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  He would be sure she was running a con on me.

  I wasn't certain I could trust her, either.

  But it didn't matter, since I wasn't going to see her again.

  Elias' jaw clenched, and I knew he was trying not to fly off the handle right in front of River. "You were disappearing before, acting all mysterious and shit, and this time you took off on the way back from Los Angeles with my car, but you're still not going to say where you've been? It doesn't take that fucking long to drive from LA to West Bend, Silas."

  Sitting at the table, River cleared her throat. "Elias."

  "No, seriously, brother," he said.

  I exhaled heavily. "I'm sorry I wasn't answering the phone, okay? I had a fight while I was there."

  "A fight?" River asked. "Are you okay?"

  "Yeah, I'm fine," I said. Then I realized she thought I meant that I'd gotten into a barroom brawl or something. "I fight sometimes. Or I used to, more regularly. In Albuquerque, then in Vegas on the fight circuit out there. Boxing, some MMA, that kind of thing."

  "I thought you tore your ACL," Elias said, citing the lie I'd told him before as the reason I was back in West Bend. I hadn't wanted to tell him that Coker had done a number on me. I was trying to keep him from getting involved in any of that shit.

  "It's pretty much healed now," I said. "Anyway, it was just a favor to a friend who had to back out of the fight, a one-time deal. I'm out of the scene now. I would have called, but I was tying up some loose ends there, all right? I'm sorry."

  Elias grunted a response, but I knew that meant I was forgiven. "Look, I've been trying to get in touch with you for a reason. Killian had to get back on the rig, but Luke has been hanging around here between jobs. He's been doing some looking into things."

  My brother Killian was a roughneck, working on the oil rigs for months at a time. Similarly, Luke's job as a smoke jumper generally took him away from things. I was surprised he'd stayed in town as long as he had. My two older brothers had been as ready as Elias and I to get the hell away from this town and away from our family, as soon as we could.

  "Oh yeah?" I asked, gulping my coffee. "It's weird that Luke has been sticking around here. Is he really that interested in our parents' deaths?"

  Elias shrugged. "Luke isn't staying around because of that," he said. "I think there might be a girl here that he's soft on."

  "Still," I said. "Now that Luke has been asking about mom's death, you're interested? But when I said that the suicide was suspicious, I was the crazy one."

  "Luke doesn't have a history of being erratic," Elias said.

  "Dude, what's your fucking problem?" I asked.

  "Come on, boys. No fighting." River stood beside Elias and put her hand on his arm. "Elias."

  Elias narrowed his eyes at me. "Fine," he said, kissing the top of River's head. "I need to call Luke anyway."

  River sat down at the table in the kitchen as Elias stomped upstairs. She motioned toward a chair opposite her. "Elias was worried about you, you know."

  "Elias has a habit of worrying about things for no damn reason," I said.

  "I imagine so," she said. "He's your brother, so he's probably overprotective."

  "Were you overprotective with your sister?" I asked, immediately regretting the question. It had to be a sore spot with her, after she had caught her sister and her ex-fiancé together. "Sorry. I didn't mean that. I'm a total shithead."

  "Don't be," River said, laughing. "I used to be overprotective of her. I probably could have done better. You know, since she turned out to be an asshole."

  I sighed. "Family, right?"

  "Yeah," she said. "Can't live with 'em, can't murder 'em and dump their bodies."

  "You're all right, River," I said. "I mean, you're pretty easy to talk to." Easier to talk to than my own fucking twin sometimes.

  She blushed. "Thanks, Silas," she said. "I'm sure Elias means well, you know."

  "Yeah, well," I said. "He thinks I'm the same guy that got kicked out of college a few years back."

  "Are you?" she asked.

  "No."

  "Well, then, don't worry about it," she said.

  "I'm sorry about what happened with your sister and mom and stuff," I said.

  River laughed. "I'm not," she said. "I'm so glad it all happened that way. Viper was such a ass. And my sister and mom were parasites. Things work out exactly like they should. If it hadn't happened like that, I'd have never run into Elias. Besides, karma got them anyway."

  "What do you mean?"

  She grinned. "I shouldn't feel as smug about it as I do, but, what can I say? I'm petty."

  I laughed. "I'm pretty sure it's not petty to feel smug. What happened?"

  "I've gotten all of this second-hand from friends, mind you," she said. "And some magazines, too. My sister lost the big contract she had with the cosmetics company. It turns out they had some kind of morals clause. Having one of their models blowing someone on a reality show wasn't exactly in keeping with their brand."

  "That serves her right."

  "Well, wait, there's more," River said. "Then she went and got some plastic surgery. And, from the looks of it in the tabloids, it was...um, not good. So she's been dropped from her agency, too. And Viper banged his way through her model friends, so that's over."

  "I hope your mom got what was coming to her," I said.

  "River gave all her stuff to charity," Elias said, walking up behind her and putting his hand on her shoulder. "Sold the house and evicted her ass."

  "She's just toxic," she said, reaching for Elias' hand. "So now, I've cleaned the dead weight out of my life, and we're getting a new start here in West Bend."

  The way River looked at Elias made me think of Tempest. Forget about her, I told myself. She's probably forgotten all about you by now.

  21

  Tempest

  I walked up the sidewalk to the building with my helmet in my hand, and looked around warily. I hadn't been back to the town of West Bend since I was seventeen years old. I had returned to this general area to visit my grandmother Letty, but after the scandal with my parents, she had moved to the next town over. I stayed away from Colorado entirely for the first two years after I left West Bend until I was no longer living hand to mouth, and then returned for short stints when I could over the years.

  Back when everything happened with my parents and we'd run out of town, my grandmother had spent what little money she had to hire someone to track us down, but failed. It was two years later, when I'd finally come back to see her, that she'd learned my parents had ended up kicking me out and I'd been living on my own.

  Since then, we'd gotten close, albeit only through infrequent visits. My grandmother was my only family, and she was a reminder of a time in my life when things were peaceful. Happy.

  Of course, that period of time was like the calm before the storm.

  I hadn't able to come back to see her as often as I wanted, and had never returned to West Bend itself, since my grandmother had moved to one of the neighboring towns.

  Until now.

  Now that she was in this - what the hell had the website called it? - an assisted living facility, I had to come back to West Bend to see her. I wasn't keen on the idea of putting her in this place. I had even tried to hire a nurse to come by and help her out at her house, but she wasn't having any of it. She had protested, said it was time for her to move here. I bristled at the idea. A nursing home? No thanks. But she had insisted it wasn't that kind of place, and on the phone she sounded happy.

  Until she called me a few weeks ago and said she wanted to see me. That had me worried, even though she said it wasn't an emergency.

  So I was back in West Bend, for the first time in seven years.

  I'd lied to Iver and the others, telling them I was flying somewhere and taking time off. My team knew nothing about my past or about my family. Of course, Emir probably had a dossier on me, but he had never said anything, so I preferred to think he'd refrained from usi