Page 65 of Waiting in Wyoming

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Page 65 of Waiting in Wyoming

She was quiet,but there was a soft smile on her lips. Brandt looked at her again as he maneuvered his new truck down the highway through the worst curve on Wreck Curve Road.

He didn’t want to go to the movie theater tonight. He wanted to carry Meyra off to his cave and show her every caveman urge she caused in him. And then begin again and not stop touching her until the dawn. He loved this woman.

More and more every minute.

They were twenty minutes from town when he saw the first truck coming.

And they were coming fast. He swore. They weren’t slowing down. And they had one more curve coming that always made him hold his breath.

Roads out there were dangerous and narrow and sometimes idiots took them too fast for fun. That was a lesson he’d learned his first time driving in Masterson County. “Sweetheart, tighten your seat belt.”

“Why?”

“Just do it.” There wasn’t anywhere to pull over. Not up here. And there was another truck coming up toward them across traffic, just as quickly.

Two identical trucks. And then they had Brandt’s truck boxed in. Almost deliberately. Brandt had no choice but to hit the brakes. But it wasn’t enough.

They had him and Meyra trapped between them. He squealed the truck to a stop.

When a guy around his own age climbed out of the first, a large rifle in his hands, and another did the same from the second truck, heknew.

“We’re in trouble, little one. And I don’t know why. I’m sorry.”

“What do we do?”

Brandt didn’t have a damned clue. And his gun was in the glovebox now. He wouldn’t even have time to get to it.

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It had worked flawlessly.Dale had to hand it to Kurt, the nephew he hadn’t always liked as a teenager had come in rather handy as an adult. The boy would do anything for money…or a thrill.

Even if it was against the law. Some of Michelle’s relatives had the morals of…well…criminals. He had always known that. Her grandfather hadn’t exactly been a fine, upstanding citizen. But he had been a rich one.

“Any problems making it happen?” Dale asked.

“No. Other than he had his girlfriend with him.”

Dale hadn’t counted on that. The girl… “General Talley’s youngest daughter?”

“Yeah. The weird one. Hot, though. Grew up seriously hot. Going to enjoy that.” Kurt was practically licking his lips. Dale fought the urge to smack him like he had when he was a boy.

He knew what Kurt was implying. “Absolutely not. You aren’t going to touch her.”

He hadn’t intended Gerald Talley’s daughter be harmed. That girl’s sister was involved with the damned FBI. That could bring more trouble than he wanted to think about. But thatwasn’t something he could fix now. Unless…he made the girl disappear completely. But how would he explain that?

If her body wasn’t ever found—Gerald Talley would be completely relentless. And Talley had enough connections to be damned difficult. It would be best if she was found dead. With an inarguable reason. “She’s going to have to die, just like the boyfriend. But we have to make it believable. You rape her, and it won’t be believable that the boyfriend was responsible, you idiot.”

“Whatever. As long as I get the money I’m owed, Uncle Dale, I really don’t care. Plenty of other pieces of ass out there. With what you promised me and what I’ll get from that rich bitch’s jewelry in Texas, I should be able to buy the car I want. It’s sweet.”

What a shallow excuse for a human being. Some of Michelle’s relatives left a lot to be desired. No denying that. Kurt topped that list.

“Just get them both inside. Without bruising them up too much. We need to make this look good.” Dale looked at the building behind them. The boys used it as a drop off or loading space for runs to Texas. The parking lot was big enough for semis to maneuver. It was going to be perfect for what he wanted, and was just far enough away from town that no one could stumble right into it in time to play heroes.

He was a master strategist, after all.

“And that’s why you’re here supervising? Don’t you trust us?” Kurt asked, smirking.

“After your screw up in Texas with Barratt’s parents, what do you fucking think?”




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