Money for Old Bones: Old Bones are Cursed Bones (Lorne Turner Mystery Thrillers Book 2) by Joe Talon

Author:Joe Talon [Talon, Joe]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mirador Publishing
Published: 2022-01-21T00:00:00+00:00

16

Fury ripped through me. Rage so powerful my mouth filled with the taste of iron, not dust and sand, or blood and bone. This burning anger came from somewhere else, somewhere purely, irrevocably me.

I wanted to save people. I didn’t want to be party to death. I didn’t want to be her consort—not anymore. In this part of my life I saved people, I didn’t kill them, that was the payoff for surviving eighteen years in The Regiment.

I shook Victor off and waded out of the water. He sensed my inner frenzy and backed away. Colonel Rydon watched with sad understanding but refrained from making any statements. I stormed up to the house, found a clay flowerpot, and kicked it to death. The shattering of pottery, the scattering of dirt and forlorn primroses gave me some kind of outlet, but not enough. I needed to rip something, someone, into tiny pieces.

This passive acceptance of Willow’s decisions, of being here in Scob when I wanted to be safe in my farm on a hill, of being pushed around by some weird Scob insanity… it all burned my blood.

“I want a fucking meeting with Prescott,” I snarled. “I want his men doing something bloody useful to get us out of here.”

“We need to move the body—” Colonel Rydon began.

“What’s the fucking point? The police don’t have anyone to arrest. We’ll show them the pictures if they ask, but there’s nothing we can do. If the flood water gets this high, where’s she going to go? Is she going to float out the fucking window?” Both men flinched at my anger.

I wanted to weep. Christ, I wanted to weep. I wanted to hug Ella, my friend, and I wanted her to explain the world to me. I wanted it to make sense.

Losing my temper never helped. I’d learned that the hard way when I’d lost muckers.

What the hell was happening to me? I didn’t do this. I didn’t lose my self-control over a death someone chose for themselves. The old man had every right to his end.

I bent over, hands on my knees, and breathed in and out, counting, slowing my heart and mind. Little sleep, no fuel, too cold and wet for too long, and a haze of fear growing in the surrounding air, like bindweed and stinging nettles. I needed to back off and reassess.

“Lorne, we should leave.” Colonel Rydon didn’t approach, but spoke quietly over the rush of the damned water. “There are others in the village that need our help.”

One more centring breath cycle. I didn’t feel calm exactly, but I’d managed to leash the beast, who growled and prowled inside me.

“My concern is those at The Rectory. I’m returning to the house.”

“You can’t and won’t turn your back on the community. I think I have the measure of you.”

I glared at him. I was met with a rueful smile.

“Fine.” I raised a finger at him. “But if I’m needed up at the house, I’m leaving.”

“Understood.”

We slipped on the mud and waded through the flood to reach the old truck.

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