The Fourth of July by Erica Hale & Erica Hale

Author:Erica Hale & Erica Hale [Hale, Erica]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2017-09-04T16:00:00+00:00

I found myself back on the floor in the storage room once again, going through the criminal past of a psychopath. After being in lock up for a year and a half, Clay reemerged in December of 2012, where he was fingered in a hit and run incident. Clay had clipped the rear end of a Honda Civic late in the evening. Witnesses said that Clay wasn’t going over the speed limit, but hit the car in a Kroger parking lot and left the scene. Then Clay went in to hibernation for over a year, but by fall of 2014, he was involved in fight.

Patrons of the bar said that it started with a game of pool that turned into a disaster. From courtroom testimony, some college kids stopped over to the bar and got into a fight over a bet that was placed. Sources didn’t know exactly who threw the first punch, but one kid almost lost an eye from a pool cue. Clay had a few bruises and a broken finger.

Then, there was nothing here in Planters. I didn’t need a newspaper to know what happened next. The bastard came to my state and wrecked a family.

I put my heels back on and stretched my back. I ran over everything about Clay. How his good looks and charm had got him out of some scraps. He’d probably had a laundry list of petty crimes that weren’t even reported. I bet they were just bushed away. With the crap that I was dealing with my son and this garbage with Clay, I was exhausted body and mind.

I took the elevator to the 5th floor and sat at my desk.

“So, what you doing for the holiday?”

Francine was standing in my doorway.

“What holiday?”

“Come on city girl, don’t they celebrate the fourth up in Washington? It is a national holiday, isn’t it?”

My God, I hadn’t even thought about the fourth. I had too much crap going on in my life to smell the flowers.

“I don’t have any plans. Is there a good fireworks show somewhere around here? I would love to take my son somewhere, after getting a big plate of BBQ,” I said, trying to sound like my family and I were happy and normal.

“The big show is usually in the city, but I think me and mine may just watch it on television, ya know? Too many wackos and crazies out. But if you are looking for a plate, you are more than welcome to come over and hang at my place. Just some family coming over, so you and your son can come.”

I'd rather be doing anything else except sitting around Francine and all her perfect family on my day off. “That sounds great. Email me your number and we’ll try to get there.”

If I would have declined the offer, she would have hounded me until Saturday, so it was best just to act like we were coming, and later make some excuse why we didn’t make it.

“I’ll email ya all the information.

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