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“Fuck talking!” Devlyn roared. “That man needs to be drawn and quartered! I want to see his ass dipped in tar, then feathered as he does the walk of shame down the street for all to see. I want him to walk the plank! I want him thrown into a fiery pit of despair with snakes, scorpions and fire ants! Too bad dragons aren’t real because I would light his ass on fire! Dracarys!”
Rolling my eyes, I groaned, “Have you been watching Game of Thrones again?”
“Say what you must, but that show is perfect! Better than any CSI episode I’ve ever seen. I’ve got plans for that nasty fucker. Wonderful, glorious, devious plans.”
I loved my sister. I really did, but she was a bit too bloodthirsty for my tastes. Devlyn never had a problem speaking her mind or confronting anyone. The only problem she had was knowing when to stop. Once started, my sister was a one-woman wrecking ball.
“Look, Devlyn.” I sighed. “Let’s not be hasty here. I’ve spoken to the sheriff, and I’ve made myself crystal clear with the mayor. Several people in the office heard and saw what happened. I’m betting he doesn’t even look at me tomorrow. Let’s just see how things play out. If he continues, you can release your dragons with my blessing.”
My sister plopped down on the couch next to me, sniffling.
Poor girl was still sick, and I truly felt for her, but I came here because I needed my big sister, not to plan the demise of the Mayor of Rosewood. While I agreed the man was a real nasty piece of work, I didn’t want him dead.
“I’m sorry I got you into this shit,” Devlyn whispered. “I should have just hired a temp.”
“It’s alright. I’m fine. Nothing happened that I can’t deal with. I just want you to get better soon. You still look like shit.”
“I feel like shit too,” she coughed before adding. “Claudia says it’s just a nasty retrovirus that’s going around. She’s making everyone take precautions. Doesn’t want it spreading.”
“That’s understandable. With Covid season in full bloom, everyone needs to be careful. Look, you rest and this weekend I will stop by with some homemade chicken soup. The one mom used to make. I’ll even stay and sterilize your apartment. We can watch a movie together.”
Devlyn looked at me and sniffed, wiping her runny nose with a tissue. “You’d do that for me?”
I smiled. “You’re my sister, Dev, and I love you, even when you are contagious with the plague.”
She snickered. “I don’t have the plague, brat.”
Getting to my feet, I replied, “Could have fooled me. You look ready to keel over. Rest, Devlyn. I can handle this. I promise.”
After leaving my sister’s apartment, I headed to the grocery store to get the ingredients I would need to make Devlyn a batch of Mom’s homemade chicken soup. I planned on making a full batch and saving half for myself, because even though Devlyn wore a mask in my presence, I just knew that when she was well and back on her feet, I would get sick.
It’s just how things always were between us.
Chapter Six
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Church had been called thirty minutes ago, and since then, I’d been sitting in the room, listening to King drone on and on about the upcoming holiday tourist season.
This wasn’t my first rodeo in Rosewood.
I knew the drill.
We all did.
With snow in the forecast for the foreseeable future, bikes were to be put up in the garage and cages were to be driven. Depending on which festival was coming up, the back roads used to get in and out of town were to be utilized and if we got snowed in, it was our responsibility to plow the mountain roads.
Rinse and repeat.
“Is everyone up to date on their cold weather rescue? Because if not, you need to go see Mike or Fire Chief Travers to get recertified. They are covering everything in the valley. The mountain is ours till spring. Shit can happen anytime, and we all need to be ready for when it does.”
“Frank is out of commission for this season. I’ve already notified Mike and Travers. They’ve taken him off the roster,” Gunner stated, looking at a clipboard in front of him as the big man grumbled and huffed. Poor guy hated being left out of everything, but with him still healing from the accident, he was a liability, and he knew it.
“Everyone else is current, King.”
“Good.” King nodded. “Pyro, anything in the Special Requests department?”
“Nope. All quiet.”
