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She didn’t hesitate. “I do.” “Not in this house.” His jaw clenched. “It’s not safe for you. And it isn’t…it’s not working.” “Our old house is empty,” she said quickly. “You can stay there. You can stay as long as you want. Please, I—” She couldn’t say the rest. How the thought of him leaving stole the breath from her lungs and filled her chest with an aching dread. She bit her lower lip. “Please say yes.”
“Hannah, I’ll stay for as long as you need me.”
“Thank you.” She longed to take his hand and hold tight. To steady herself the way she held onto Ghost. She didn’t, but she wanted to.
The chest freezer in the corner drew his gaze like a terrible magnet.
Yup... Know where this is headed.
The body inside should still be cold enough to keep it from decomposing too much.
Chief Briggs had been easier to kill than he’d thought. He’d killed in rage before—Nickel and Billy Carter came to mind—but Briggs was premeditated, calculated. He’d had to work himself up to it.
As I suspected.
A bullet to the back of the head when the old man had his back turned. Julian had made sure it was quick and painless. Merciful.
He needed to get rid of the damn body. That was all. Then this sour sick feeling in his gut would go away. Then the nightmares would end.
Well. No. It won't.
The recommended thickness to walk on ice safely was four inches.
He’d never been one to adhere to rules and guidelines anyway.
He’d waited all night for the radio confirmation that Desoto and Benner had achieved their mission objectives: Liam Coleman dead. And Atticus Bishop, too.
Liam was for his mother; Bishop was for himself.
Bishop never had any intention of falling in line. He incited discontent and rebellion with every breath he took.
How? Because he knew what a fraud you and your mom were long ago. Get your head on straight before your mom forgets you're her son altogether and you're the next target.
It wasn’t enough to take the church or the community pantry from him. It wasn’t enough to take his family. As long as he was alive, he was a threat to everything that the Sinclairs had worked so hard to build.
