Rough Justice: An Evan Buckley Crime Thriller (Evan Buckley Thrillers Book 9) by James Harper

Author:James Harper [Harper, James]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: James Harper Books
Published: 2020-01-07T22:00:00+00:00

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‘You get a raise?’ Evan said as he climbed out of the car and stood looking up at Guillory.

After leaving US 1 at Hampton he’d taken the 101 heading east as far as the 156 towards Nottingham. Five miles after that he’d turned left onto White Grove Road and followed it to a cabin on the banks of Pawtuckaway Lake. It was a nice cabin. Built from square-cut logs and cedar shingles, it had a native stone chimney and a wide porch running along the front.

Guillory was sitting in a rocker on the porch, the finishing touch as far as he was concerned. All cabins should come with one. She was dressed in jeans rolled-up mid-calf with a man’s white shirt and scuffed boat shoes. He’d made the right decision ignoring the last text, the one with the photograph. Even if she did try to upset him.

‘You get a flat? Didn’t you get my text? The one about the gas pedal.’ She held up a bottle of Dos Equis as if he hadn’t already spotted it. ‘I had to start without you.’

He looked around, didn’t see another car.

‘How’d you get here?’

‘Cab from the airport. C’mon, I’ll show you around.’

She grabbed his hand as he climbed the steps, towed him along behind her. Didn’t even complain when he took the beer from her and finished it in one swallow.

Inside, there was a big fireplace in the living room, with the afternoon sun flooding in through the windows overlooking the lake. The kitchen looked as if it had never been used, and there were two small comfortable bedrooms.

He tried not to be too obvious about it when he threw his overnight bag onto the bed next to hers, felt a rush of relief wash through him. She hadn’t brought the tote bag made from the hood. He hoped it wasn’t just that the straps had broken, hoped it meant she’d moved on for real, didn’t feel the need to try to prove it to herself or anybody else.

Outside, the cabin was surrounded by overgrown grass and shrubs, with a giant eastern white pine towering over the cabin. Guillory pointed up into the tree, explained that the owners—a couple of friends of hers who were both lawyers—had built a treehouse up in the pine. Nothing fancy, just a deck with enough room for a couple of chairs, a railing and a roof, but it was up above the mosquitoes. And it had a great view out over the water. She led him past the tree, down a rough stone walk to a floating dock where a small boat with an outboard was tied up.

He jumped in, saw she’d already stowed a beer cooler in the bottom of the boat. Atta girl. Then he sat down beside the outboard. Silly mistake. She shook her head, looked very severe standing on the dock above him.

‘Uh-uh. Not sure what time it gets dark but I don’t want to be stuck at the far end of the lake when it does because you’re driving this as slowly as your car.

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