He looks over to me and I raise a brow, planting a look of utter boredom on my face. Cops around here are antsy and fucking trigger happy, I don’t need him finding an excuse to draw his gun.
“Follow me.” The cop says as he hangs up the phone. He gives Em a curious look as he rounds the desk and leads us down a corridor. The other cop is looking at her like she’s unhinged and could combust at any time.
Same, Bro.
We get to a corner office and the cop knocks on the door, “Miss Craven here for you, Sir.”
“Show them in.” The smug bastard says, he knew I’d be here too. I can’t help the ripple of apprehension that slides through me, did he plan this? Does he know Em’s next move before she makes it?
Em doesn’t wait for the cop to open the door, she pushes by him and throws the door open herself.
“Miss Craven and Mr. Greene.” He says as he sits behind his large desk. “What can I do for you?”
Em lays her hands on his desk and leans into his face, “I found your message, you son of a bitch.” She literally growls.
“Message?” He looks from her to me and grins.
“One day, Moore, it’ll come down to me and you. Believe me when I say I can’t fucking wait.” Em matches with an evil grin of her own.
“Is that a threat?” Moore mocks shock on his face.
“You can fucking bet your criminal ass it is.” She snickers and stands back up. “It’ll be the most fun I’ve had since taking out my daddy.”
Moore drops his mask and stands up from his desk, “you are way over your head, little girl.”
“We’ll see.” She retorts and turns to leave the office.
Moore looks at me and I flash him a smile, “guess I’ll be seeing you around, Pig.”
14
A prominent man was found of an apparent suicide in Whitsborough and not one thing was mentioned about it in the papers or the news. I would say that’s so strange, only I know it’s not. This town is built on magnificent cover ups and forged truths. Its pillars erected on the backs of rapists and murderers and I can’t wait to watch it all crumble. I want to dance in the destruction as the dust settles and rebuild with sincerity and love. I know in today’s world it’s hard to imagine such a place, but I also know that if one person can make a difference, imagine what my whole family can accomplish.
“McKay will be at the town hall meeting tonight.” Travis says as he walks into the room. “Just a heads up, he was close to my father and Halbert. Also, your mother.”
“Maybe I can use that to get close to him.” I murmur.
“You definitely could.” Travis agrees. “I spoke to Sharla last week about your mother, I just wanted some insight about her and what she was like. Sharla told me she was a spitfire E, just like you and she had more admirers than she had enemies. One of those admirers? Wilson McKay.”
“No way.” I breathe out in wonder. “That will totally work for us.”
“Sharla says they dated briefly in high school but her father chased him off.”
“I want to see their gravesites.” Emmett says from the office doorway. “Our grandparents.”
“Why?” I ask him.
“Because regardless of what happened, I want to see it. I need to see it.” He shrugs.
I get it, our blood family is dwindling and more are buried than are alive. If I’m honest, I’m kind of curious too.
“Okay.” I agree. “This weekend. If I have enough time to do a class, we’ll visit after.”
Keeping up with the classes has been tough and I’ve missed some weeks but overall it’s therapeutic and I try to get there as often as I can.
“Then we’ll visit the family crypt to pay some respects.” Emmett says.
“That’s a good idea.” Travis agrees, sharing a look with Emmett.
I watch them leave my office with their heads close together and talking low. I don’t have the time to figure them out right now. If they are cooking up something then I will just have to trust that they know what they are doing.
Tonight, Adri is helping Sharla out by closing the restaurant, that way Sharla can come with us to the town meeting. I want McKay to be completely at ease while he speaks to us and maybe if he sees a familiar face he will be. I go over the documents I have set out in front of me. I plan on offering the Fire Chief a sizable donation to the Whitsborough Fire Department and I’m hoping it’ll soften him enough that I’ll be able to get him alone at a later date. I know he knows exactly who I am, hopefully money can pull the blinders over his eyes.
“We need more neighbourhood watch in our community. The other night, a group of teenagers were walking the streets and drinking!”
“Looks like she could use a bottle of something herself.” Sharla mumbles while I snort into my hand.
“That is definitely something we can look into.” The mayor mutters, looking half asleep. “Next up we have Fire Chief McKay with some very important tips on how to keep your home safe.”
I watch as Whitsborough’s asshole number… fuck, I lost count. Anyways, another asshole, walks his way up to the center podium and taps the mic like a fucking loser. We just had Sally Mae up there screeching, the fucking thing works fine. Dipshit.
“How about not being a nasty ass piece of shit who loves kiddy porn?” Vin grumbles and I elbow him.
Sharla doesn’t know about the under-workings of Whitsborough, or if she does, she doesn’t know we know about it. I definitely do not want her knowing we know. That’s a fucking mouthful. The Chief drones on about fire detectors and not smoking while
