Thirty-Four and a Half Predicaments Bonus Chapters: Rose Gardner Mystery by Swank Denise Grover

Author:Swank, Denise Grover [Swank, Denise Grover]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781939996404
Publisher: DGS
Published: 2015-10-06T16:00:00+00:00

6

Skeeter

Something ugly was brewing in Fenton County.

It had been brewing for some time. Long before I took over as the king of the Fenton County underworld. But there was no denying it had started a slow boil after the auction that had bought me my crown.

Truth be told, my trouble with J.R. Simmons had been brewing for five years.

When you play with fire, you’re gonna get burned.

I’d been a fool to think I could get away with what I’d done. Years had passed without incident, lulling me into the false belief I was safe. Reality had struck a few weeks ago, when Deveraux called to tell me that I was on the Simmons hit list. The time had come to accept an ugly truth:

J.R. Simmons was gonna take me apart piece by piece.

And it had only just begun.

Most enemies would go at you with a gun or a knife, or they’d pay someone else to do it. J.R. Simmons had arranged for two of my adversaries to be murdered in cold blood. And Rose suspected there was enough evidence on the scene to pin me as the prime suspect.

I’d been a fool. I’d let myself hope I was off the hook. But J.R. had simply bided his time until I had something worth taking. Something it would pain me to lose. He assumed it was just my empire.

He could never find out Rose had been helping me as the Lady in Black.

But she’d already landed in his sights for an entirely different reason.

Rose was the last person I had ever expected to be involved with Simmons, but then she had dated his son, so it stood to reason she’d catch his attention, particularly since she was so different from Joe Simmons’ usual women. Joe had always liked ’em fast and loose—the faster and looser, the better. Probably to wipe off the stench of the red-headed bitch his father had always intended him to marry. But Joe Simmons was a fool too. You can’t wipe the stench of dog shit from your shoe by stepping in a cow pie.

Oh, I knew far more about Joe Simmons than anyone in this county suspected.

I’d been born and raised in Henryetta, on the literal wrong side of the tracks, and I grew up chomping at the bit to get out of this town. When I was fourteen, I met J.R. at the gas station where I worked. He pulled up in his shiny black sedan, stepped out of his car in his fancy gray suit, and in that moment, I decided he had what I wanted. Then, as I pumped his gas, I told him so.

A slow grin spread across his face and he handed me a business card. “When you’re older, look me up. Give the receptionist my card and I’ll put you to work.”

I looked the card over as he drove off. On the front was his name and the address for his law office in El Dorado, and on the back was the number 12.

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