'Til Death (A Rebel Ridge Novel) by Sala Sharon

Author:Sala, Sharon [Sala, Sharon]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2013-03-31T16:00:00+00:00

Eleven

Fagan drove home in something of a panic. The windshield wipers swiped aimlessly at the downpour as he took the curves on two wheels, coming dangerously close more than once to running off the road. He was frustrated with himself for paying any heed to Prince and going to Meg Lewis’s house. He’d known it would be a disaster, and yet he’d done it anyway. Why, he wondered, was he made like that? Growing up, he’d been a shill for whatever Wendell and Prince wanted done. It had always been a case of tell Fagan, send Fagan, make Fagan do it. And he had yet to even contemplate what could unravel with Lincoln Fox’s return. What he knew was that the Whites were sitting on a powder keg and Fox had just struck the match.

By the time he got home he was bordering on tears. In the dark and the downpour, the place looked like a Hollywood version of a haunted house. No matter how dark it got, there was no hiding how dilapidated it had become. It had been nice when Mama was still alive, but she was long gone, and the place was falling down around their ears.

The hounds barked when he drove up and parked, and were still barking as he jumped out on the run, slogging through the mud and puddles to get to the porch.

“Shut the hell up!” he yelled.

They slunk off into the dark as he unlocked the door. He turned on the lights as he went through the rooms, turned up the flame on the heat stove, then stood shivering before it as he began shedding his wet clothes. His skinny shanks were a pale, pasty white as he bolted down the hall, knowing a hot shower and something warm in his belly would fix his immediate needs.

A short while later he came out in dry, somewhat-clean clothes and a pair of mismatched house shoes—one blue plaid and one a solid brown—because his dogs had chewed up the mates. He turned on the television and upped the volume so that he could hear it from the kitchen as he worked.

As he dug through the pantry, it was apparent he should have shopped for groceries instead of hanging out at the bar all day trying to drink up enough courage to face Meg Lewis. The shelves were pitifully low on food.

Once he had coffee brewing and a can of chili heating on the stove, he made a call to Prince, needing to inform his brother of the latest development on Rebel Ridge, but, like always, Prince didn’t answer and the call went to voice mail.

“Call me, damn it! There’s trouble afoot.”

* * *

Long after Meg had gone to bed, she lay sleepless and staring up at the ceiling, going over and over the conversation she’d had with Fagan White. Why would he lie about something so trivial? How did a dead dog matter to the Whites, or the location of where it

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