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Table of Contents
Chapter One | Mace
Chapter Two | Imogen
Chapter Three | Mace
Chapter Four | Imogen
Chapter Five | Mace
Chapter Six | Imogen
Chapter Seven | Mace
Chapter Eight | Imogen
Chapter Nine | Mace
Chapter Ten | Imogen
Chapter Eleven | Mace
Chapter Twelve | Imogen
Chapter Thirteen | Mace
Chapter Fourteen | Imogen
Chapter Fifteen | Mace
Chapter Sixteen | Imogen
Chapter Seventeen | Mace
Chapter Eighteen | Imogen
Chapter Nineteen | Mace
Chapter Twenty | Imogen
Chapter Twenty-One | Mace
Chapter Twenty-Two | Mace
Chapter Twenty-Three | Imogen
Chapter Twenty-Four | Mace
Chapter Twenty-Five | Imogen
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Riding the Line
Royal Mess
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Bucking Tradition
Reining It In
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Chase the Sunset
Freedom Ride
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
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Chapter One
Mace
“So.”
“So?”
Barracuda sank into the chair next to me and kicked his feet out in front of him. “So what the fuck are you going to do?”
That was the million-dollar question.
Four hours ago, I was bonded out of jail, and now I had to figure out how to get out of being charged with murder.
“You do it?” Barracuda asked.
I shook my head. “Kill him? No.”
Barracuda tipped his head to the side. “Have anything else to do with it?”
I shrugged and stuck a cigarette in the corner of my mouth.
Barracuda frowned and ran his fingers through his hair. “Why don’t you start at the beginning and tell me what the hell you did do.”
Going back fifteen years was something I never did.
I didn’t want to.
“I did what any other person would have done if they had been in my shoes.”
“And what the fuck was that?”
Barracuda was losing his patience, but I didn’t care. None of the guys knew about my past; that was how I wanted it to stay.
That was until Darrin Bing became mayor of Sutter Creek and forced the police department to open the cold case of his dead brother, Kent.
I always said fuck Kent Bing, but now I could add Darrin to the list of Bings who should rot in hell.
“You ever heard of Sutter Creek?” I asked.
Barracuda nodded. “About an hour from here, right?”
“Yup, that’s it. Right on down eighty-eight until you run right into it.”
“Small town. Never hear much about it.”
“Yeah, well, you’re right, though about fifteen years ago, Kent Bing wound up murdered, and they couldn’t figure out what happened to him and who did it. Made the news for a few days, but nothing ever came of it.”
“But you know what happened.”
I lit my cigarette and inhaled deeply. “Sure the fuck do,” I breathed out. “Imogen Parker knocked him upside the head with a two-by-four after he raped her, and I helped her with the body.”
“Fu
“I would have killed him, but Imogen beat me to it.” I never liked Kent Bing, but I didn’t have a reason to want the guy dead. At least not until he laid his hands on Imogen.
“So, now she is trying to pin it on you?”
I shook my head. “Not even close, brother.” I laughed flatly. “Kent Bing’s brother is now the mayor of Sutter Creek, and he’s coming for me with pitchforks up. Got one fucking fingerprint from me on the douchebag's shoe, and they are saying that makes me his killer.”
“After fifteen years, they found your fingerprint?” Barracuda questioned.
“So they say. I also think the new mayor, Darrin Bing, wants to make himself look good by solving this cold case while in office.”
“You tell them you weren’t the one to kill the guy?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“You tell them who did?”
I shook my head. “Nope.”
“You gonna?”
That was a big fat no. “No.”
“Brother,” Barracuda drawled. “Then what the hell are you going to do? You just said this asshole is gunning for you.”
“All they have is one fingerprint, Barracuda. They can’t pin the guy’s murder on me just on that.” They didn’t have a murder weapon, motive, or any other evidence.
“They fucking arrested you for that,” Barracuda pointed out.
“And now I’m out,” I explained. “If they really had some concrete evidence that I did it or was even there when it happened, they would have denied my bail. My lawyer said the same damn thing.”
“They’re gonna pin this on you if you don’t tell them what actually happened.”
I took a long drag off my cigarette. They were going to try, but they weren’t going to be able to make it stick. They arrested me to scare me into telling them who killed Kent.
I was going to take that to the grave with me.
“I’m not going to prison for Kent’s murder, and neither is Imogen. She was defending herself.”
“Then why didn’t you guys just tell that to the cops when they found his body?”
“Because we were fifteen and seventeen, bro. You really think the cops were going to listen to two kids?” I shook my head. “They would have thrown the fucking book at us and locked us up forever.”
“Yeah, but now fifteen years later, they are trying to do exactly that. Can’t you and this girl tell the cops what happened? He raped her, bro. She was defending herself.” Barracuda sat forward and rested his elbow on his knees. “You still talk to her?”
I shook my head. “Haven’t talked to her since the day it happened. I heard she moved to her Grandma’s by San Diego.”
“She just up and moved, and no one wondered why?” Barracuda asked.
Oh, everyone wondered why she left so fast, but as far as I knew, she was never connected to Kent Bing. Hell, there wasn’t ever talk about me being connected to the murder.
I had done a damn good job of leaving no trace. Though fifteen years later, I might not have done a perfect job.
“Imogen didn’t have the best family in Sutter Creek. Her mom was always running off chasing men, and her dad was never in the picture. Everyone just assumed her mom had disappeared for good, and her grandma had stepped in to take care of her.”
“You gotta know that girl is the only way you are going to get out of this. Find her.”
“Find her so she can go to prison instead of me?” I shook my head. “Not going to fucking happen, brother. I didn’t kill Kent Bing, but I would have if I had been fifteen minutes quicker that day.”
“Then what the hell are you going to do? If this guy has it out for you, you know he is going to pull out all of the stops to make you go down for this.”
I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed. “I gotta think about it, Barracuda. Imogen isn’t going down for this, and neither am I.”
Barracuda shook his head. “So, we’re wishing for a miracle then, huh?”
God wasn’t going to help me. Not when it came to this.
I was going to have to figure this out on my own, or I would be spending the rest of my life behind bars.
Chapter Two
Imogen
“That was hell.”
I locked the front door and sagged against the cold, hard wood. “That’s because kids shouldn’t die. They’re too young with their whole life in front of them for some idiot to drive drunk and run them down on the sidewalk.”
“Amen, sister.” Dorothy reached up and pulled hairpins from her bun until her blond hair cascaded over her shoulders. “If I’ve ever thought life isn’t fair, today cemented that.”
Dorothy and I had spent the past five days planning a nine-year-olds funeral, and today was the viewing and burial.
Death was hard, but when it was the death of a child, it killed a little bit of Dorothy and me.
“I think they left some food behind for us if you’re hungry,” Dorothy sighed. “We can drown our sadness in ham sandwiches and watered-down lemonade.”
I nodded and followed Dorothy to the kitchen. “Please tell me there are some of those salted caramel bars left. I spotted a few of the guests eating them.” I kicked off my shoes and flopped down on the bench in front of the table.
Dorothy pushed a covered plate toward me and sat down. “You know, when there is a funeral that the ladies of St. Mary’s provide the food for, they leave us a little bit of everything. The lemonade might be questionable, but the desserts are always amazing.”
I moved the napkin off my plate, and a small smile spread across my lips. “I think this might be the only perk to being a mortician.” I popped a piece of cheese into my mouth even though I really wanted to dive into the salted caramel bars right away.
“Well, there definitely aren’t a lot of perks besides the paycheck.”
I scoffed. “And that isn’t even that good when you think about all we have to go through, Dorothy.”
“But yet we’re both still here because we don’t do it for the money,” she chided.
I tipped my head to the side. “So then, why are we here?”
Dorothy tsked. “We’re here because we care about people.”
“I think you mean we’re both a little whacked in the head.”
Dorothy pointed at me. “You are not wrong.” She shrugged off her cardigan, revealing each arm's full sleeve of tattoos. “I really wish we could get some cool boss in here who won’t freak out at my tattoos,” she muttered.
“Amen, sister. You have to wear sleeves all of the time, and I need to wear pants when I’m on the clock. I swear Mr. Brooks caught sight of my foot tattoo when I set up the viewing earlier today and was going to make me put socks on.”
“That would have been very stylish,” Dorothy laughed.
“I keep hoping Mr. Brooks will move into the twenty-first century, but I don’t think that will happen anytime soon.”
“We’ve both worked here for ten years, Imogen. If it hasn’t happened yet, I don’t think it’s going to happen. Mr. Brooks is going to have to die for us to be able to let our tattoos see the light of day.”
“He might turn over in his grave when that happens.”
Mr. Brooks owned Brooks Mortuary and Cremation and was well past his prime. He made appearances at each funeral but only lasted for about twenty minutes before he needed to head home and take a four-hour nap.
Being eighty-nine would do that to a person.
“Have you seen his plans for his funeral?” Dorothy asked. She leaned forward and laid her hand on the table. “He wants the viewing to be in his office, where he will be propped up in his chair.”
“No,” I gasped.
Dorothy nodded. “Girl, yes. You are going to have your hands full getting his stiff body to sit in that chair.”
“Me? Why can’t you be the one to embalm him?”
“Because he has it specific that you are to be the one to prepare his body.” Dorothy wiggled her eyebrows. “I think he has a sweet spot for you.”
I wrinkled my brow and cringed. “Don’t even say that.”
“He wants you to pose him like he’s working on paperwork.”
“Stop,” I gasped. “You cannot be serious right now.”
“As a heart attack.” She popped a carrot into her mouth and chewed thoughtfully. “Come to think of it; he also asked that you be the one to do the whole ceremony with no pants on.”
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “Now you are pulling my leg,” I laughed. “Mr. Brooks will probably haunt us after he is gone when you drop the cardigans and I start showing my legs.”
“Girl, for all we know, whoever takes this place over will be the same stick in the mud that he is.”
