Wind and Bones by Kristin Marra

Author:Kristin Marra [Marra, Kristin]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Gay & Lesbian, Fiction, Romance, Suspense
ISBN: 9781602821507
Google: KPqnQAAACAAJ
Amazon: 160282150X
Publisher: Bella Distribution
Published: 2010-05-18T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Five

I lingered in my SUV and pondered what I had learned. Melvin Martin wanted my father to buy the land. Daddy obliged. The Martin boys were making the farm into a town. Was that legally possible? Not on my land. The so-called town was issuing, at least in my case, sizable cashier’s checks. Was the check bogus? Probably. If not, where were they getting those kinds of funds? The “town” was well armed and willing to use the weapons to forestall anyone nearing their “borders.” Where were they getting the weapons, and how could they get away with “policing” the roads? The sheriff was involved and so was Annie, at least peripherally. Who could I trust?

I was avoiding my father’s filing cabinets in his home office. Going through his private papers still felt felonious, against ancient household rules. I could hear his voice in one of the few times he admonished me, “Jillian, never, never play in my office. That’s where Daddy works, and if I catch you in there, I’ll have to spank you.” He didn’t scare me with his blustery threat, but he did impress upon me the importance of the rule.

With resigned dread, I accepted that I was now head of my father’s business affairs. I was in charge of everything and I didn’t want the stinking responsibility. Still, there was nothing to do about it. I resolved that, when I got back to my father’s home office, I was going to start searching his files.

He must have known something about what was going on at that farm, or he wouldn’t have been so obsessed with the situation before he died. Buying and selling real estate was an offhanded event for him.

The funeral casserole I’d shared with Billy had worn off, and I found myself ravenous as I left the nursing home parking lot. Instead of going to a restaurant right in town, I decided to drive out to the Corral Steakhouse, where Annie and I had eaten a few days before, when I was still under the fragile delusion that I was in love with her. Since that night, I felt lighter, as if I’d cleaned an old sludge buildup from my heart. And I didn’t feel so angry at Prairie View and everyone connected to it.

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