I wasn’t sure if that meant he’d changed his mind about destroying his father, or only about letting me help, and I didn’t care.
I intended to handle this situation on my own. Mostly.
Marco knew that Bart had discovered my secret, and also that I was digging for dirt at the library. He was trying to come up with a plan to protect me, but he hadn’t mentioned it in the last month or two. I suspected his efforts had been fruitless.
Both of us worried about what would happen if Bart tried to call in his “favor,” but Marco had assured me that I wouldn’t have to face him alone.
Todd Bingham was the only other person who knew what I was up to, and since he probably hated Bart more than I did, he’d offered to lend his support. I wasn’t naive enough to think the offer didn’t come with strings, but I’d deal with those later. At least Bingham still didn’t seem to know about my real identity.
For now, my plans, such as they were, provided a much-needed light at the end of the tunnel. And helping Zelda reminded me of what I was fighting for. That I didn’t have to settle for a life on the run.
The front door opened and more nostalgia washed through me as Wyatt Drummond, the reneger himself, walked in.
My breath caught as he turned toward me, our eyes locking for a couple of seconds, but he turned away and headed for the bar. As soon as Max saw Wyatt, he slid out from behind the bar, and they headed to the back, presumably to Max’s office. Although the brothers had been all but estranged before the Lula incident, they’d made up. Wyatt came in from time to time, but usually stayed away from me, although he seemed to watch me plenty.
“Carly?” Zelda asked, obviously confused by why I’d zoned off.
“Sorry,” I said, turning back to her with a smile. “You get it now?”
She nodded.
“Good,” I said. “Next time you come in, bring your homework with you. I’m always happy to help, okay?”
Her mother beamed at me. “Thank you, Carly. You’re a lifesaver.”
“Not a problem.” I got up and greeted another family walking through the door, then headed to the back to check on the Baxters’ order.
Some of the construction guys finally came in as I was taking food orders from the new family. The already boisterous men were pulling several tables together, the tables screeching on the wood floor.
“Hold your horses!” Ruth shouted at them, but they ignored her, still talking while they took seats.
Those guys had likely just come from the construction site, and I needed to get over there and find out what they knew. Although I was working on the presumption that the body at the construction site had been buried there by Floyd Bingham, there was still a chance Bart was involved. And if he was, I fully intended to stick it to him.
One of the three tables had come from my section, even if it was now over the imaginary line separating Ruth’s side from mine, so I figured that gave me the right to approach them.
“How’re y’all doin’ tonight?” I asked with a flirty grin.
“We’re doin’ great!” one of the guys said. He’d been around for over a week, and I was pretty sure his name was Rusty. “Had a bit of excitement on the job today.”
“Do tell,” I said, propping a hand on my hip. “What happened?” Sure, I knew from Max, but I wanted to hear it from the guys who’d experienced it firsthand.
“Blake was running the bulldozer, and the next thing we know, there was a pile of bones,” said a man with a mop of red hair and a stout chest.
Bones. Which meant the body had been there awhile.
“So they called the sheriff,” another guy said. “Even though the foreman insisted they were deer bones.”
“But they weren’t?” I asked, trying to sound like I had nothing beyond a friendly interest. Blake had found them. The crew wasn’t large enough for there to be two men by that name. That meant he’d be able to tell me more if he came in.
“Hell, no, definitely human,” Rusty said.
“They were bones?” I asked. “Not like a decomposing body?”
“Yep,” the guy with the beard said. “Just a bunch of bones.”
So how long had the bones been there? I had no idea how long it took for a body to decompose, but thinking about it made my stomach turn.
We got busy after that. Thankfully, Max came out soon, and to my utter surprise, Wyatt worked with him behind the bar.
I stared at him in shock for a few seconds, and Ruth came up to me and said, “Did hell just freeze over and somehow I missed it?”
“I have no idea…” I turned to face her. “When was the last time you saw Wyatt working behind the bar?”
“Back when he was runnin’ the place.”
Nine years. But based on how deftly he was handling his orders, I never would have guessed it had been that long.
I quickly turned away before he caught me watching him.
The baseball game started and the tavern began to fill. The place was packed, partially because of the game, partially because the construction workers had nowhere else to go, but also because word had gotten around about the body at the construction site. A whole lot of gossiping people wanting to hear the scoop. Every seat in the place was filled.
Ruth and I ran ourselves ragged.
Blake and his friend showed up and filled the last seats at a table, but they sat in Ruth’s section. It soon became apparent that I wouldn’t need to talk to him in person—he told his tale, loudly and proudly, to anyone who asked,
