'Til Death (A Rebel Ridge Novel) - Plot & Excerpts
The windshield wipers swiped aimlessly at the downpour as he took the curves on two wheels, coming dangerously close more than once to running off the road. He was frustrated with himself for paying any heed to Prince and going to Meg Lewis’s house. He’d known it would be a disaster, and yet he’d done it anyway. Why, he wondered, was he made like that? Growing up, he’d been a shill for whatever Wendell and Prince wanted done. It had always been a case of tell Fagan, send Fagan, make Fagan do it. And he had yet to even contemplate what could unravel with Lincoln Fox’s return. What he knew was that the Whites were sitting on a powder keg and Fox had just struck the match. By the time he got home he was bordering on tears. In the dark and the downpour, the place looked like a Hollywood version of a haunted house. No matter how dark it got, there was no hiding how dilapidated it had become. It had been nice when Mama was still alive, but she was long gone, and the place was falling down around their ears.
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