I gave Janet a smile, but I could feel the feral edge of it. “I’m pretty sure you’ll get exactly what’s coming to you one of these days.” I could only hope it was true.

Janet gasped, but I ignored her, pushing on towards my destination. I pulled open the front door, the muted sounds of seventies rock and the smell of fried food greeting me. It was usually a balm, the familiarity giving me a sense of peace. But today, it barely registered. Not with the exchange with Janet circling around in my brain.

“Hey, man,” Ford greeted from behind the bar.

“Hey.” I pulled out the stool next to Bell, who sat eating what looked like a BLT with cheese.

She paused with her sandwich halfway to her mouth. “Are you okay?”

I blinked, trying to clear my thoughts. “I just ran into Janet. She was driving a brand-new Mustang. What do you think the chances are that she just saved up for that car?”

Bell dropped her sandwich to her plate. “I’d say slim to none. That bitch.”

Ford slid a beer down the bar to another customer. “You think Grant paid her off?”

“I doubt there’s any paper trail, but I think it’s likely.”

Bell’s hands gripped the edge of the bar, her knuckles going white. “I want to drop-kick that entire family to Antarctica. But first, I’d like to knot Grant’s balls so tight they pop off.”

Ford choked. “Geez, Trouble. Remind me not to piss you off.”

Her gaze jumped to him. “You only know the tip of the iceberg of what he put her through. That family has ice-cold blood running through their veins. How they came from Harriet, I’ll never know.”

I gave Bell’s shoulder a squeeze. I sympathized with her desire to see the Abbot family pay. But by the time court had finished yesterday, my jaw had ached from holding myself back. “They deserve worse than Antarctica.”

Bell surveyed my expression, searching for something. “She told you.”

I nodded. “She did.” I didn’t offer anything else. It was clear that Ford didn’t know the full story, and it wasn’t my place to enlighten him. What Kenna had shared with me about losing her baby and all the turmoil that had surrounded the loss was a most personal and intimate gift. I wouldn’t share it with another person.