Deadly Sins: Wrath by Cheryl Bradshaw

Author:Cheryl Bradshaw
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cheryl Bradshaw
Published: 2017-10-23T14:00:00+00:00

Brandon lived in a modest home in Pinebrook, a suburb of Park City. The front lawn had been mowed in perfect, vertical lines, which appeased my OCD, but it was a stark contrast to the filthy Ford F-150 parked in the driveway.

Coop parked curbside, opened the car door, glanced at Nick sitting in the passenger seat, and then back at me. “Stay in the car. I’ll handle this. I’ll fill you in when we get back.”

He nodded at Nick, and the two of them got out of the car. I opened the door and stepped out with them.

“I’m not sitting in the car,” I said. “I’m going with you.”

“For hell’s sake, woman,” Coop said. “Why must you be so difficult all the time?”

I wasn’t difficult. I was stubborn. Big difference.

When he’d started dating my grandmother, I was shocked and unnerved. But she was unlike any woman I’d ever met and had an ability to speak to him in a way that softened his arduous side—an ability I lacked when it came to him. If we were to continue to work together on cases, I needed to do better, find a way to bridge the gap between us. Not just for him—for me.

“Please, Coop.”

Please.

A word I was sure I hadn’t ever used when speaking to him. And judging by the stunned expression on his face, it gave him pause, allowing me to further plead my case.

“You can question him,” I said. “I just want to observe. I won’t say a thing. Not this time, anyway.”

After further contemplation, he wagged a finger in my direction. “One word. You utter a single word and you’ll never come along again. Got it?”

Deciding now was a good time to demonstrate my new skill, I nodded and we were on our way. A woman I guessed to be in her late sixties answered the door. She had short, gray hair and wore a sundress with a knitted shawl on top.

She smiled at Coop. “Well, hello there. It’s been a while. Do you remember me?”

It was obvious he didn’t.

“No offense, ma’am, but no, I don’t,” he replied.

“I’m Carolyn. We met at a blackjack table in Wendover. You were with a woman. Think she was your girlfriend or your wife. Such a lovely woman. Funny, as I recall. How is she? You two still together?”

I had the feeling she hoped they weren’t.

“Ma’am,” Coop said, “I’m looking for Brandon Miller. Does he live here?”

She nodded. “Brandon is my son. Poor thing just went through a divorce. The nasty woman he was married to just up and left one day. No note, no communication, no explanation. I’m helping him get back on his feet again.”

The perfectly manicured grass and contrasting soiled truck made sense now. Carolyn was clean. Brandon was messy.

“Is he here now?” Coop asked. “I need to speak with him.”

“Aren’t you the chief of police?”

“I am.”

“Has my son done something wrong?”

“I just need to ask him a few questions.”

“May I ask why?”

Coop sighed, but was spared from further explanation when Brandon appeared at the door.

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