Break for Me (The Broken Bounty Series Book 1) by Ember Nicole

Author:Ember Nicole [Nicole, Ember]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-08-15T16:00:00+00:00

thirty-five

JERSEY

This had to be hillbilly hell. It was like I was standing on the actual, physical line between the wilderness and what probably counted as civilization in Kentucky. I buttoned my jacket and made my way across the parking lot with Memphis in my ear.

“You’re sure this is the right place?” I asked quietly.

“It’s where the signal died. I’m sure she’s not in there now. But it’s only been a few hours. Someone in that building at least saw her,” Memphis said. It was funny now that I was seeing where the signal died. Even technology abandoned all hope here. There were far more people inside than I would’ve guessed based on the parking lot. I tried to imagine why Trista would’ve come in here. What did she need? And who did she think she could get it from? Narrowing it down to who might’ve seen or interacted with her wouldn’t be easy when it came to the other patrons, but bartenders paid attention to everything and there were only two in here. I went to the empty barstool across from the grumpiest looking asshole I’d ever seen. I got a good look at a nasty scar through his eyebrow and across his forehead while he looked me up and down. I wondered what passed for manners in Kentucky while he stood like a fucking statue rather than asking if I wanted anything to drink.

“You a cop?” Eyebrow Scar asked, leaning back against the shelves behind him to fold his arms over his chest.

Really? Those were the first words out of his mouth to a customer? The fuck was this place?

“Do I look like a cop?” I asked glancing down the front of my suit.

“You look like an asshole.”

“I’m in love with him,” Memphis said in my ear.

I chuckled while I rolled my neck from side to side.

“You own this place?” I asked.

“Sounds like a question a cop would ask.”

“Play nice, Jersey,” Memphis chimed in immediately.

“Is this your regular crowd for a weeknight?” I asked. “Does it ever actually get busy around here? I thought drinking was all you folks did down here. I would’ve thought every bar in the state would be filled with people.”

“I know everybody in here, minus one,” Eyebrow Scar said.

“Don’t get too many out-of-towners, huh?” I asked.

“I’m not interested in helping you find anyone.”

“Why would you think I’m looking for someone?”

He stepped up to the bar again to lean across it a little.

“We don’t get out-of-towners in here,” he said. “And you’re an out-of-towner.”

I laughed. “Listen, my name —.”

“I really don’t care, man,” he interrupted.

I was going to have to coverup a hillbilly murder tonight. I forced more air into my lungs and pulled out my phone to open a picture of Trista. I sat it on the bar in between us.

“Was she here?” I asked, turning the phone so it faced him.

This son of a bitch never took his eyes from mine, never so much as glanced at that photo.

“No,” he said before I’d even turned the phone all the way in his direction.

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