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Montgomery
Heartache.
My heart remained heavy, yet my mind was finally sharp after two days of being incapacitated. I ignored the doctor’s orders, refusing to stay in the hospital. I had other things on my mind.
I was finished with the bullshit. One way or the other, Prescott was going down.
While the crash had been investigated, a report taken, I’d heard nothing in the two days since we’d almost died. What little I’d been able to make out about the vehicle behind us indicated a truck, but I couldn’t be certain given the level of darkness. The deputy had seemed disinterested, asking if we’d been drinking as if we were teenagers out on a joy ride.
I fisted my mouth as I pulled into the parking lot of the sheriff department’s office, anger and anxiety gripping my mind. We’d been lucky. Damn lucky. But the simple fact was the shots had meant to kill both of us.
After exiting the car, I took long strides in the direction of the entrance, bursting in and ignoring the deputy on duty at the front.
I heard the asshole calling after me by name. Of course the entire department knew who I was. They simply chose to ignore me. I also knew exactly where Sheriff Sanchez’s office was. I didn’t waste time knocking. There was no time left.
When I burst in, he was startled, jerking up from his desk. The bastard even reached for his weapon. I slammed the door behind me, giving him an enraged look.
“What do you want, Wolfe?”
“I don’t think I like your demeanor, Sheriff.” I walked to the edge of his desk, planting my hands on the surface, a file of information in one hand. “We need to talk.”
“I don’t know anything else about the wreck.” Sanchez had a sneer on his face, as if he thought the entire situation was funny. He glanced down, his expression turning quizzical.
“I’m not here about the wreck, at least not entirely.”
“And I don’t have anything else from the fire investigator. Although…” He shook his head, snarling under his breath.
I stared at him for a full minute. “You do know something.”
I’d never seen Bryce Sanchez look so exhausted before. He exhaled, darting a glance at the door. “You might be right about the fire not being accidental. That’s all I can say right now, Montgomery, and if you quote me on this, so help me fucking God I will kill you with my bare hands.”
“The property is destroyed.”
“I know. I know!” he snapped. “I’m just as upset as you are. I’ve known that family for years.”
“I think it’s time you and I clear the air, Bryce.” I hadn’t used his first name in a long time. He and I had once been friends, but the way he’d handled the death of my wife had changed everything. “If you want to shoot me, go the fuck ahead. I’m not certain I care any longer.” I shoved the file I’d brought with me across his desk, taking a few steps back.
He finally slid his weapon into his holster, grimacing when the door was thrown open and another deputy walked in.
“Are you okay, Sheriff?” the man asked.
I only glanced in his direction before turning my concentrated glare on Bryce.
“I’m fine. We’re just having a discussion. You can leave us alone and close the door behind you,” Bryce said quietly.
The deputy hesitated then finally complied, the soft click of the door allowing me to breathe.
“What is this? What do you really want?” Bryce asked after a full minute of tension.
“What I want is the truth, but since I didn’t seem to have anyone’s attention, I did some investigation of my own. There are some things you need to see. I’m going to make the assumption that you didn’t sell your soul to Westfield. I could be wrong. If so, I’ve just tipped my hand. But if I’m right, then you might find the evidence I found interesting.”
He tapped his fingers on the file, slowly easing into his seat before opening it. “Evidence. An interesting word choice.”
I took a step away, watching his reaction as he read over the details and documents I’d uncovered, including the plans that had been carelessly stored at the county office.
In private.
There was no reaction at first. Then he sat back, exhaling. “Where did you get this?”
