The Last Mile by Kat Martin

Author:Kat Martin [Martin, Kat]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-02-23T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

ABBY CLICKED HER SEAT BELT IN PLACE AS GAGE BACKED THE ROVER out of the garage.

“What’s the address?” he asked.

“I don’t know the exact address offhand. It’s on North Williams, right across the street from Little Cheesman Park.”

Gage headed in that direction, turned onto the street in front of the park, and drove slowly so she could find the house.

“Right there.” She pointed toward a stately old two-story, redbrick-and-stucco home that sat among a row of well-cared-for older residences.

“Nice neighborhood, and not cheap by the looks of the homes around it.”

“The houses here are worth over a million.”

Gage flicked her a sideways glance. “You said your cousin lived with his parents, so this is their place?”

“His mother’s house. Aunt Olivia is a widow. The house belonged to my uncle Joseph, King’s nephew. The home has been in the family for several generations.”

“Plenty of room for Jude,” Gage drawled. “Though I couldn’t imagine living with my mama when I was thirty years old.”

Abby smiled. “That’s because you’re a man, and Jude has never grown up.”

“He’s obviously a greedy little prick without much of a conscience or he wouldn’t have sent his thugs after you in the first place.” Gage cracked open his door and stepped out on the pavement in front of the house. Abby climbed out and joined him.

They walked up a concrete path that crossed a wide expanse of neatly trimmed lawn, up the steps to a covered front porch. Ignoring the bell, Gage hammered on the door.

When no one answered, he hit the doorbell a couple of times, tension rolling off him almost thick enough to see. When no one came to the door, his anger seemed to swell, which Abby understood. The longer they waited, the clearer her memory of Ray Peters holding a gun to her head became. And her cousin Jude had put him up to it.

Gage was about to knock again when the front door swung open. Though she was fifty, Olivia Farrell was still a beautiful woman, with heavy dark brown hair and blue eyes.

“What in the world! I was coming as fast as I could.” Always conscious of her appearance in front of a handsome man, Olivia pulled the sash of her green velvet robe a little snugger around her waist, showing off her trim figure. “What could possibly be so important at this time of the morning?”

Gage’s eyes narrowed and not with appreciation. Abby stepped in front of him before he could lash out. “Aunt Olivia, this is Gage Logan. We need to speak to Jude.”

Olivia raised her chin. “Jude isn’t up yet. He was out late last night.”

“I’ll be happy to wake him up.” Gage pushed past her into an entry lit by a crystal chandelier. The floors were polished hardwood. White molded ceilings soared above the two-story entry. “Which room is he in?”

Olivia’s mouth tightened. “Good grief, Abigail, please tell your rude friend I’ll have Jude call him later, after he’s had breakfast.”

Gage ignored her. Taking the stairs two at a time, he paused at the top to peer down at them over the mahogany railing.

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