He was part of their construction team now, putting up homes, businesses, and additions to existing structures. This was the kind of creating he enjoyed, along with the physical labor. At the end of the day, Starr was always on hand to ease his aching muscles with her legendary massages.Life was good…finally.After Kade’s death, there had been a few isolated stories in the Hollywood trade papers about his disappearance. Interest in the matter died quickly. Mrs. Tolliver never contacted Ethra again for more artwork even though the pieces sold quickly at inflated prices. If Tolliver had been in on Kade’s plan, she hadn’t contacted the authorities. Ethra never heard from anyone on the matter.Wylder supposed he should have felt bad about the kill but couldn’t bring himself to work up any regret. Guys like Kade weren’t men. They were scum, the worst sort of cowards who hurt women, children, and animals to make themselves feel superior. God knows, being kind didn’t feed their shaky egos.For too long, Starr beat herself up about what had happened.
