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“Shit,” I grumbled, glancing out the window.
Looked as though I was going to have to put a plan in place. I'd known it would come to this one day, and I'd actually looked forward to it. However, I wasn’t a man to react. I had to have a plan. I might not be able to get my hands on her right away, but it would be soon.
And this time I would make sure she was dead before I dumped her body.
Hell, I'd bury her myself just to make sure.
And if I needed to take care of Joanna Tannenbaum, I'd take care of her, too.
No woman was going to alter my course. Not now. Not ever.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Saturday, August 12, 2017
Wolfe
I spent the majority of my Saturday working. With Amy at home doing girl shit with Reagan and Rhys being standoffish, I figured some time alone would do me some good, too. Seemed to be what everyone else was aiming for, so why the hell not?
Didn’t matter that it was my fucking birthday.
The day had gone by fast and I'd finally managed to get some shit accomplished. Amazing how a little time without interruptions could get things back on the right path. And now, the only thing I wanted to do was head home, grab a shower, then maybe head over to Reagan’s for a beer with my cousin and hopefully my old man.
After cleaning and locking up, I headed home, calling Calvin on my way.
“’Yello.”
“Hey, old man. You up for a beer in a bit?” I asked.
“Uh. Shit. What time?”
“Coupla hours, maybe? I’m headin’ home to clean up. Then I thought I’d head over.”
“Okay. I’ve got some shit to do, but I’ll try to make it by there.”
“See you if I see you.” I disconnected and then dialed Lynx’s number.
“Wassup, hoss?”
“You wanna meet for a beer at Reagan’s?”
“Yup. What time?”
“Give me an hour or so to shower and I’ll see you there.”
“Make it around seven and I’ll see you there.”
“Perfect.”
At least someone had some time for me today.
Not to sound like a broken record or anything, but it was my fucking birthday.
Two hours later, I was climbing out of my truck in front of Reagan’s. The damn parking lot looked like a ghost town. The only vehicle there was Reagan’s. I knew Amy was working tonight, but figured she’d caught a ride with Reagan since she’d been doing so frequently lately.
As I stepped up to the door, I briefly wondered if someone was playing a trick on me. Sure, it was a little early, but seven o’clock wasn’t too early for a beer in this small town.
Opening the door, I noticed Reagan standing behind the bar and Amy leaning against it. Both women’s eyes cut to me when I made my way inside.
