“Recognizing her almost at the same time she did him, he set his beer down with a thump and headed straight for her. “Hey, you’re one of the Coltons, aren’t you?” he said with a frown, trying to place her. “One of the daughters, right? I saw you at the old man’s party.” Rebecca exchanged a look with Austin and didn’t have to ask if he wanted her to tell Chester why they were there. If he was as skittish of the cops as they’d been led to believe, he’d probably run for cover if he thought he was b...eing questioned about the shooting. So acting as if their meeting was a chance one and it wasn’t the least unusual for her to frequent bars, she moved to join him and was thankful Austin was beside her as he joined them. “Actually, I’m a foster daughter,” she said easily, offering her hand as she introduced herself. “Rebecca Powell. And this is Joe’s nephew, Austin. You were in the band, weren’t you?” “Yeah, that’s right,” he said. “I play bass. So how’s the old man?MoreLessRead More Read Less
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