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Tabby didn’t kill herself. His daddy knew who had. Even if old man Mason was dead and gone, nothing but ash and dust in the ground, Ezra Ledbetter knew who had killed her, and he was still suckin’ air. Fury turned to look at the house behind him, seeing the shadows of Duck and Brenda come together behind the blinds, then move as a unit deeper into the house. Lights came on in a room on the second floor, and he stared as they came together again before darkness descended on the night.Duck’s a good man. His woman didn’t deserve to lose her folks.
“Park that boy deep.”He remembered old man Mason’s words.
Facing outward again, Fury leaned over and toed a rock out of the dirt, scuffing it back and forth with his boot.Things can be dug up.
The pain on Watcher’s face as he recounted the story about his family today haunted Fury. That was a man who deserved better, too. He needed to know Tabby hadn’t killed herself.
Just gotta dig shit up.
Brenda’s parents hadn’t died in a random crash. She deserved closure.
Fury let his mind go back to today, standing in a room with Bethany Mason, forget her married name because that hadn’t been a real marriage. That had been her daddy selling her for silence. She was Bethy, the first girl he’d ever loved. Bethy.
Tabby’s best friend. The look on Bethy’s face at the funeral had never left him. One of those scars he could pull up at will, ripping off any healing scabs, keeping it fresh because you knew, with one look at her, Bethy wouldn’t be moving past the moment. Not ever. And from talking to her in Nashville, she hadn’t then. After watching her today, it was clear she still bore the pain. She deserved closure, too.
Fury pulled out his phone and thumbed the screen. A moment later the call connected and he waited through the usual pleasantries, then said, “Gunny, got something in Lexington we need to look at.”
