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- A Preview of Book 2 in the ROCKY MOUNTAIN COURAGE Series
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“If two people have been murdered,” she said, “then someone could be shutting down loose ends and moving shop. Or they’re feeling threatened in some way. Who is it? Who is moving your kind of contraband through Montana?”
Joey’s face paled, and his acne turned bright red. “I don’t know anything about Montana. Even if I did, and I told you anything, then I could be threatened next. My mother’s life threatened.”
Terra leaned against the seat back and drew circles on the table. “You know something, Joey. I can see it in your eyes.”
“Before you took me down, I was trying to expand my operations.”
“Expand? What are you saying?”
“You have to think bigger.”
Terra shook her head. “I need a name. Something.”
He blew out a breath. “I’ll see what I can find out and get back to you. Give me a week.”
Joey pushed himself away from the table. He was done talking. He walked away, knocked on the door, and exited when a guard opened it.
Terra hung her head.
Jack took Terra’s hand and squeezed. “You did your best. We knew it was a long shot.”
“He said he was trying to expand his operation. I get the feeling he already has a name, and it’s more that he’s going to think about whether or not to hand that name over to me.”
THIRTY
Jack made his way down the emergency room hallway until he found Aunt Nadine’s room. He pushed through a curtain, realizing too late that he could very well have the wrong room.
Aunt Nadine’s sweet face looked up at him, and her eyes brightened. Swift relief whooshed through him.
“Oh, Jack. I’m so sorry,” she said, her expression shifting to one of sorrow and regret. “You didn’t have to come up here to see me. Francine is here. She’s out there somewhere searching for coffee.”
No, she wasn’t. Francine Carmichael had left Jack a voice mail that his aunt was in the hospital, and he rushed over once they landed at the airport in Big Rapids. Jack sent Francine on her way when he got to the hospital, but he wouldn’t tell Aunt Nadine that news yet. He took in her broken wrist, stifling anything that would convey his frustration. He was glad she had nothing more than a fractured wrist.
He took Aunt Nadine’s uninjured hand in his and squeezed. “She was right to think that I would want to know you had been hurt. I came as soon as I could.” He released her hand and lifted his brows. “So, what really happened?”
Nadine’s face scrunched up in a way that told him she didn’t want to tell him. He suspected that she was taking her time responding so she could conjure up a more positive slant to the tale.