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  into their truck. I heard the truck start, and shook my head. "No, I guess not. Are you in the pocket of the mining company, then?"

  Jed smiled, looking at me from behind his mirrored sunglasses.

  Fucking smug sonofabitch.

  Jed had treated my family like shit for years, hassled me when I came back in town, the same way he'd done to Elias.

  I didn't like the fucking guy.

  "I don't think it's any of your business whose pocket I may or may not be in, Elias," Jed said. "Or is it Silas? I can't see your leg, so it's hard to tell. Well, you're not here with that white trash reality star girlfriend, so you can't be Elias."

  "Do you have a girlfriend, Jed?" I asked. "Or do you just jerk off at night to pictures of your mother?"

  Jed's face darkened. He slid up the mirrored sunglasses, and looked at me, his eyes flashing. "I'm going to ignore that," he said. "But that's the only warning I'm giving you."

  "Warning?" I asked, laughing. "Or what? Will you take me down to the station for disrespecting that little Sheriff's badge you've got there? Or for implying that you’re a literal motherfucker? I'm not sure which part of that involves breaking the law."

  Jed smiled, but the expression was sinister. "The two of us are the only ones out here right now. And I do believe that the men from the mining company can attest to the fact that you behaved in a threatening manner toward them. You should tread very carefully."

  "Are you threatening me for making a comment about your momma?" I paused, my thoughts churning. I hadn't considered Jed being involved in all of this.

  Until now.

  There was just something about the way he showed up here so quickly, and the way he'd gone straight into menacing me. "No," I said. "That's not the reason, is it?"

  Jed smiled again, the corners of his mouth pulled tight. "You and I are the only ones out here on the outskirts of town, Silas. The nearest house is what, a half mile away? There are no eyes on us. And I'm sure your mother's house has a few weapons inside. As I recall, your alcoholic father was a bit of a gun nut. I was always surprised that your mother ended up going out the way she did. I figured her for eventually getting her head blown off by your father, not swallowing a bottle of pills. But I guess you never know about people, do you?"

  "Fuck you, Jed." I clenched my fists, stepping forward toward him. "You talk shit about my family, you talk shit about me. Why don't you take a shot at me like a real man?" I asked, immediately regretting my choice of phrase. The last thing I needed was to get shot by a trigger-happy cop.

  As if on cue, Jed drew his weapon and pointed it at me. I stopped in my tracks, raising my hands in my air, barely able to speak through my rage. "So this is how it's going to be, Jed?" I asked. "You're going to shoot me, right here in the middle of my mother's front yard?"

  "Keep your hands in the air where I can see them," Jed said. He stood, his weapon trained on me, unwavering. I wanted to fucking lunge at the guy and beat his ass into the ground, but instead I stood there, swallowing my anger.

  "I'm not resisting, Jed," I said. "And you should think long and hard about whether you want another body on your hands." I looked at him meaningfully. I chose my words carefully, knowing I was implying he had something to do with my parents' deaths.

  I wanted to gauge his reaction. I'm not sure what kind of reaction I expected.

  He narrowed his eyes, still not moving, and I was sure he was contemplating shooting me. But he didn't ask what the hell I was talking about.

  I didn't know the hell was going on here, just that whatever it was, Jed was up to his fucking eyeballs in it.

  I was sure of that. I knew it in my gut.

  When Jed finally moved, it was to circle around behind me. I braced myself, expecting that this was it for me. "Are you going to shoot me in the back, Jed?" I asked. "That seems about right for someone like you."

  But instead of a shot, I heard him speak. "Down on the ground," he said. "Put your hands above your head."

  "Are you fucking joking?"

  "I said, get down on the fucking ground and assume the position," Jed said. "Or do you not understand the simple fact that I am the law around here?"

  I laughed at the ridiculousness of his statement, but got down on my knees, then on my stomach. "You sound like a cartoon villain," I said. "You can't come up with anything more creative than, 'I am the law around these parts?'"

  Jed ignored me, yanking one hand and then the other behind my back and attaching plastic ties to my wrists, pulling them tight enough that they cut into my skin. "Is that a comfortable fit for you?" he asked. "I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable. The sheriff’s office prides ourselves on our humane treatment of prisoners."

  He yanked me up, laughing as he pushed me toward the police car and opened the door, shoving me inside.

  "Fuck you, Jed," I spat.

  He started the engine and slid his mirrored sunglasses back on his face. "I told you before, Saint," he said. "You and those brothers of yours should tread real carefully. It would be a good idea for you to get a fresh start somewhere outside of West Bend."

  "If you think this is going to make me less curious about whatever the hell's going on here, you're fucking crazy," I said.

  If I wasn't interested before, I was now.

  ***

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  TEMPEST

  I sat outside on one of the rocking chairs on the front porch, sipping a cup of coffee and doing internet research on the mining company my grandmother had mentioned. It wasn't a large outfit, so there wasn't a whole lot of media presence, but they'd gotten into some trouble a few years ago, an accident that was settled out of court. There was an article in a small town newspaper that quoted the wife of one of the miners who had refused to settle, accusing the company of the usual stuff - unsafe conditions and so forth. I made a note of her name, but the case seemed pretty straightforward.

  I wasn't finding much in the way of evidence that the company had been accused of anything nefarious in the past, although it would be a lot easier if I had Emir's internet-sleuthing capabilities. I contemplated calling him, but then I would have to explain what I was doing in West Bend, and that was the last thing I wanted to do.

  I was so lost in my thoughts, I jumped when my cell phone rang. "Hello?"

  "Tempest? Is that you? It's hard to hear with the noise in the background here." It was my grandmother's voice, and I could hear the din of voices in the common area at the nursing home, out by the nursing station.

  "Yeah, Nana, it's me," I said. "I was just about to head your direction to visit. I took a look at the paperwork you gave me. It looks like a straightforward offer to purchase your house. There's nothing hinky about that, at least."

  "Oh, honey, that's lovely of you," she said. "But I'm not calling about that."

  "What's wrong?" I asked.

  "It's about the Saint brothers," she said.

  I groaned. Why the hell she would call to bring up Silas, especially when I'd gone an entire morning not thinking about him, was beyond me. "Nana, I don't want to talk about Silas Saint."

  "You need to hear me out," she said, then her voice was muffled. "Tell him I'm going to play bridge in five minutes."

  "What?" I asked, confused.

  "Not you, honey," she said. "I'm talking to Michael, here."

  "I'm going to stop by soon, Nana," I said. "I'll see you in a few minutes and we can talk about it then." I wanted to distract her from whatever nonsense she had in her head about Silas.

  "No, Tempest," she said. "That's what I wanted to tell you. You shouldn't come here."

  "What? Why not?"

  "We were listening to the police scanner," she said. "The girls and I."

  "Jesus, Nana," I said. "The police scanner? Really?"

  "I like it," she said. "It keeps me apprised of what's going on in this town. You can't rely on the newspaper, you know. I like my information up to the minute. Besides, there are some truckers I talk to on the CB radio. T