“If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear someone was taking a hammer to his forehead. “No, I don’t know when I’ll get the dagger. I don’t know if I’ll get it at all.” Shane, his former father-in-law, sighed into the phone. “I need that dagger.” “Apparently so does everyone. I don’t know what you’ve gotten me mixed in, but it’s complicated. I’m going to be honest here: if I get my hands on it, I’m returning it to the family it belongs to. Direct.” “But—” “No buts.” Shane cursed. “I need the coll...ection money off the dagger.” “Why?” But he already knew why. To buy his next bottle of whiskey. Or whatever he happened to have been drinking these days. Which was Clayton’s fault. The man had gone from the best in the investigation business to a drunk when his daughter and granddaughter burned to death. “I need to make my rent. It’s been hard, and I’m behind.” Clayton sighed. “I won’t give you the dagger, but if you send me your renter’s information, I’ll catch you up there.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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