“Jimmer wolfed his pie. He’d started with cherry, eaten a slice of apple, and finished with blueberry. Red, American, and blue, baby; the man even ate patriotically. I smoked, filling him in on all the not-so-fun stuff in my life. “So, Dad’s not talking to me—nothing new—but I guess he’s not talking to Trish either.” I sipped my coffee. “What’s your take?” “Doug’s a mean bastard. The hired guy pissed him off, he lost his temper and killed him.” Jimmer shrugged. “Probably didn’t mean to. Hid the ...body thinking it wouldn’t be found for a coupla months. Then his ace detective daughter accidentally uncovers it and fucks all his plans nine ways ’til Sunday.” 251 “Great.” Jimmer shoved the empty plate to the edge of the table. “So Kevin’s found a new fuck buddy?” “I wish. I suspect sweet thang is more than just a fling.” “Yeah? Why’d you say that?” “Because Kev’s being reckless, which is very un-Kevin-like, Jimmer. I’m pretty sure he’s thinking of breaking some business rules to make her happy.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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