Page 160 of Hard to Hold
Amy shook her head. “He never mentioned anything.”
Travis leaned back in his chair, his hand resting on the table, finger tapping slowly. “He’s a widower. First wife … they were married for nine months.” Travis met my gaze. “She was twenty-three years old when she drowned in the bathtub.”
Amy gasped and all eyes turned to her.
“You said first wife?” Rhys stated.
“You caught that?” Travis smirked. “His second wife presumably overdosed. She lasted a little longer than the first. Eighteen months they were married. No toxicology report was ever run to confirm; however, it was ruled a suicide. She was twenty-two.”
Holy fuck.
“This guy is bad news,” Gage noted. “He’s gotten away with it all this time. Figure it has something to do with his position. The fact that he’s in law enforcement.” He peered over at Amy. “I think it’s high time we take him down.”
I didn’t think Gage would get any arguments on that one.
The only question remaining seemed to be: How would we go about doing that?
Amy
I had no idea who Travis Walker was aside from being Wolfe’s cousin or what he did for a living, for that matter, but I had to admit, the air of authority he had told me he was someone you didn’t want to mess with.
And his husband... Lord have mercy.
Gage Matthews-Walker was the take-no-shit type who was clearly ready to jump in and wipe out the problem before it went any further.
Not that it could get much worse than it was now.
My stomach churned every time I thought about Detective Joanna Tannenbaum. The woman had gone out on a limb to notify me, to help me, and she’d died for her efforts. No doubt Kelly had forced her off the road, causing her to slam into that tree. According to Rhys, she had to have been going damn fast for that type of impact. However fast she’d been going, and for whatever reason, it had been enough.
And to find out Kelly had two previous wives. Both of whom died during their marriage to the crazy man… I couldn’t help but consider myself damn lucky.
“Were you able to locate his whereabouts?” Gage asked Rhys. “At the time of the fatality crash last night?”
Rhys frowned. “San Antonio. Or so it appears. I’ve reached out to see if I can get someone to confirm they actually saw him there. He could’ve easily checked into his hotel online so it was assumed he was there.”
“True,” Travis noted.
The bells over the door jingled and all eyes turned that direction.
Two men strolled inside, one ridiculously large. In fact, he had to duck so he didn’t hit his head on the doorjamb.
I thought Travis Walker was a giant of a man, but this guy made Travis look small.
The men removed their sunglasses and peered around the room before coming our direction.
“RT and Z, this is my cousin, Wolfe Caine, Sheriff Rhys Trevino, and their girl, Amy Manning.”
Their girl?
Warmth infused me at those words. I hadn’t expected to be introduced that way, but I found I liked it. More so because neither Wolfe nor Rhys seemed bothered by the title.
“Nice to meet you,” RT said, shaking all proffered hands before Z did the same.
The two men then took the extra seats at the table, and Travis proceeded to fill them in while the food was delivered and everyone chowed down. Everyone except me, that was. I picked at my food, my stomach too unsettled to eat.
“Not only was the detective run off the road last night,” Wolfe added when Travis finished speaking, “but someone attempted to break into her house. She currently has a roommate, and my cousin Lynx showed up over there. We think he scared Kelly off.”
“Highly likely,” RT noted. “But no sightings of him?”
