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SAGE
“Idon’t understand why the hell you had to move to that deserted, weird-ass town. What’s out there in Longford except flatlands, trailer parks, and dive bars?”
Sage Lowry sighed, trying to hold on to her limited patience as she listened to the complaint of her older brother, Blane.
“There’s good farmland and quiet. And I’ve always known my own mind so back off,” she snapped.
“No, I won’t. I don’t get it. You give up a high-profile, well-paying job in B.C. for what? A farm? In the badlands of Alberta? It doesn’t make sense.”
Blane was a city boy, through and through. His idea of country was venturing out to the golf club once a week.
Not to mention, he had zero emotional range. It made him a perfect corporate attorney, ruthless and cunning. Sage had never seen him upset, not even at their sister’s funeral. Or at their parents’ funeral a decade prior, for that matter. And he only called Sage when he wanted something, usually money. Blane had a high paying career but a gambling addiction to match.
Sage was just waiting for his latest bomb to drop.
And why she’d moved here was her business. He didn’t need to know.
Eight months ago, she’d quit her job, sold her house, and packed up her life in Abbotsford, B.C. to move to Longford. For reasons that she kept to herself but anyone with half a brain could figure out.
At twenty-seven, she was old enough to know her own mind and young enough to do whatever the fuck she wanted.
And the only thing Sage wanted was revenge.
Her younger sister, Rosemary, had gone missing just over a year ago.
Nine months ago, Rosemary’s body was discovered.
Murdered.
Washed up on the shores of the nearby Michichi river, Rosemary’s decomposed body was barely recognizable, except for her tattoos.
Ever since that horrible day, Sage’s life had never been the same.
Sage was the only family member who traveled to Alberta to identify Rosemary, who arranged for her funeral, who cried unending tears. And a month after the funeral, Sage’s mind was made up. She packed up her life in B.C. and started another.
Months went by but no one was arrested for Rosemary’s murder. And with each passing day, Sage’s anger grew. She could focus on nothing but finding the truth. Getting justice.
Everyone in her circle told her she was obsessed, but Sage had never been more clearheaded in her life. She was going to find out who murdered her sister and ensure they got what was coming to them.
“What if I need to get a hold of you? I need cash, Sage. I owe some bad motherfuckers a shit load of money. And if I don’t pay up soon, Rosemary won’t be the only dead sibling you have.”
His comment cut her like the sharpest knife.
Here we go again…
“How much this time?” Sage snapped as she looked out her picture window, trying her best to stay calm.
The view was nothing but fields of tall grass, soybeans, and corn. The only noise was the birds in the trees, the occasional mewl from her llamas, and the howl of the coyotes at night.
And the regular rumble of nearby motorcycles.
“Fifteen grand.”
Sage sighed. “I’ll transfer the funds. But I’m not a fucking ATM anymore. Either make more money or talk to someone about your addiction.”
“It’s not an addiction. I just like to have fun. Do you remember fun, Sage? Jesus Christ, ever since Rosemary died, you’re like a fucking zombie.”
