Wolf and the Wild Scots by Keira Montclair

Author:Keira Montclair [Montclair, Keira]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aces Press, LLC
Published: 2020-03-10T04:00:00+00:00

Jack was sound asleep when his phone rang. He’d gone to bed a little after one o’clock. He glanced at the clock by the bed, surprised to see it was almost five in the morning.

He glanced at his cell phone, his stomach dropping when he noticed the number wasn’t one of the ones he’d saved. Which was why he let it ring. If he had to guess, it was probably the man who’d blackmailed him.

The ringing stopped a moment later, and the voicemail alert pinged. Heart in his throat, he picked up the phone and listened to the message:

“Thanks for the money, Jack, but I’m afraid you and I still have unfinished business. Here’s the deal. I want five thousand left in a duffel bag in one week, same place, same time. And if you don’t show up? Well, that cute little blonde driving in the gray Camry might get run off the road just like your father. Oh, and by the way, don’t bother calling the cops. We are the cops, and I’d hate to see your buddy Tom take a bullet when his poor daughter is sick.”

The click was so devastatingly loud that Jack reeled from the pronouncement he’d just heard. His father had been murdered, and the killer knew the make and model of Mila’s car. Come dawn, he’d call her and tell her to get out of her house and stay with someone else.

It struck him that the voice on the call had sounded exactly like the man at his dad’s funeral. The one who’d asked him if Mila was his girlfriend. Had he met the bastard who was torturing him? Blackmailing him? And was the man really affiliated with the police, or had he been lying? It could be a lie, but there was no explaining how he’d known about Tom or his daughter. Which meant Jack couldn’t risk calling the local police or involving Tom.

And then there was the fact that he didn’t have five thousand dollars. Not even half that. What the hell was he supposed to do?

Moving out to the front porch, he gazed out over the lake, his hands on his hips. How he wished his father could explain this to him. He had so many questions for him.

The first one was simple. Dad, were you in debt because of a gambling habit?

It was too early to do anything, but he had to move—he’d go crazy if he sat still, or even crazier—so he left the house and followed the trail of flat rocks that wove through the pines and brush from the cabin to the beach. There were no close neighbors, but there were plenty down South Shore Drive.

This had always been his father’s favorite time to fish. Almost dawn, this was when the fish were hungriest and the lake was serene and tranquil. They’d slip the boat out a ways, set up their lines, and troll through the lake for whatever was biting that day.

He soaked in the beauty

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