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Sondra stops and thinks for a second. “You want to give it back, right?”
I shrug. “Maybe dig a hole and bury it?”
“Don’t you dare, I will take my chances,” Michelle growls at me, rubbing the paint. “I won’t let her bury you,” she promises, kissing the rooftop.
“Or I have a better idea,” Sondra chuckles.
I look at her, waiting to hear her suggestion.
“We could pull it apart and post it back to him, piece by piece. Instead of Build-A-Bear, we’ll call it Build-A-Car. Axton special. We’ll start with the badges. Each week post him a piece,” she laughs, and I snicker.
“Man, that will take so long,” Michelle whines.
“You’ll be cleaning stables for your old lady jokes, so it doesn’t matter,” Sondra snaps at Michelle, turning on her heel and leaving. She stops, dropping the chain by the door.
“Don’t forget to lock up,” she calls, disappearing outside.
I turn back to the car to grab the kids.
“Who the fuck is this old lady?” Michelle hisses at me while helping me with my sons.
“I don’t know, but don’t cross her if she owns this and can make a car disappear. No doubt, she’ll know how to make you disappear too,” Noleen tells her, and Michelle pales, making me laugh.
But, then again, if she does this, it might not be so far-fetched that she could hide a body right under someone’s nose.
Who would even suspect Sondra or Floyd? Especially now that Sondra is a widow. She looks like the typical grandmother. Yet now I am questioning everything I thought I knew about the woman who owns the town’s little bakery.
Chapter
Fifty-Two
Axton
Three weeks later
Khan has all but abandoned me. I haven’t felt his presence in ages. It is almost as if I no longer have a wolf, and to make things worse, we have no leads on Elena. None whatsoever.
“A package came for you,” Eli tells me, dropping a box on my desk.
I pick up the package and turn the thin cardboard between my fingers. It kind of looks like a package you would put a photo in, but whatever is inside, it has a little too much weight.
Giving it a shake, I can hear the contents jingling around like it is metal. Grabbing my mail file, I slice down the edge of the cardboard envelope. The contents spill onto the table just as we hear a truck beeping loudly outside my house.
Recently, I moved back to my father’s old place. I can’t stand staying in the empty apartment. The ghost of Elena haunts me, laughs and mocks me every time I set foot in that place. Eli wanders over to the window.
A picture sliding out is the first thing I notice as I pick it up. It is in a protective film. The contents, along with it, have been forgotten as I stare at the photo of my sons. I blink and try not to choke on emotion. In this photo, they both have their eyes open, one with the ghost of a smile on his lips, which is probably just wind. But nonetheless, he looks like he is smiling back at me. The other, his lips are pursed as if he is thinking hard. Turning it over, I see writing on the back.
“Did you order something?” Eli asks me, and I shake my head.
“Two trucks just pulled up. Security is helping them unload,” he says, still peering down at the driveway from the window.
Yet I am staring at her neat handwriting on the back, tears brimming in my eyes. Khan forces forward. His presence, coming back, nearly tips me over the edge as he presses forward to see.
Bane and Kyan are happy and healthy.
But to keep your mind occupied, I sent you a gift.
P.S. Tell Khan I miss him. You, not so much. x
