Four days after Christmas, Dallas...
After two weeks of helping the last of her father’s miners quit Rowling Enterprises, Jean Lasater arrived back in Dallas to see her doctors. They said the same thing they did at every other appointment and always before she had politely listened, but this time, she stood up and walked out without a word. She wanted to go home to die but she didn’t have a home any longer. She had sold her parents’ house years ago, so she drove to the spartan upscale apartment where she had lived for almost a decade. Looking around, she didn’t have photos or paintings, nothing lovely decorated her dwelling; she didn’t even have a Christmas tree. Her home was as lonely as her but it’s not time to think about that. There was little time left and she needed to be quick with her actions. Thinking about the next move, she went to her answering machine and pushed the play button, waiting to hear the messages that filled in.
<Jean Lasater stood tall and proud in her shimmery red dress. “This gentleman is going to make sure that you and your family pay for the suffering you have caused.”The man in the gray suit introduced himself and announced, “Colleen Rowling, I am Special Agent Whitman with the Texas State Attorney General’s Office and you are under arrest for murder, attempted murder, extortion, embezzlement, fraud, tax evasion, stock manipulation, and… oh hell... we’ll be standing here for an hour if I have to name all of the charges. You have the right to remain silent...” He rattled off her Miranda rights.Heith and Chloe rushed to the stage as their family, friends and business partners backed away.“What is going on here?” Heith demanded.“Jean, why are you doing this? Mom’s your best friend,” Chloe gasped in shock.“Heith, you deserve this after what happened to Marni and Milli Hayw
Milli was preparing to bake and decorate a birthday cake for Camille’s daughter Gracie. The young diver’s birthday brought an unwanted bitter memory from only three months ago. Milli’s birthday had fallen the day after her sister’s death. The day after she discovered the truth about her sister’s love for her and the truth about her marriage. Only Jackson’s dad, Bill, had remembered her birthday during the chaos of that week. Milli didn’t know if she could ever celebrate her birthday again. Her weary heart pushed away the tainted memories of all the birthdays, memories she and Marni would never share again, and she tried to focus on the positives like her therapist wanted instead of the bitterness of her betrayal craved. Dry ingredients were measured and sifted together while wet ones sloshed in her three mixers. A large double oven warmed the whole house as it filled the rooms with pleasant smells. Milli thought again about how she would need to consider investing in an air
Milli laughed malevolently to herself as she drove straight to City Hall and parked on the side in front of the Sheriff’s Offices. “Hello Ms. Ruby, I need to talk to the sheriff about borrowing your nephew,” Milli began handing the woman a box of carrot cake muffins. She saw Lloyd standing in the office with Sheriff Tanner; they both walked out seeing Milli. Ruby smiled up at her and winked. “Can I help you, Ms. Haywood?” Sheriff Tanner asked in a concerned voice. “Actually, you can, Sheriff,” Milli smiled wickedly and held out a box of pastries to each man, “I came to offer you cake-mail in an attempt to get a favor from you concerning your deputy.” Sheriff Tanner grinned handsomely as he lifted the lid to the box. “I’m listening.” Milli could almost hear Marni’s ‘hello, cowboy’ to Tank as Milli winked at Lloyd. “I am sure you heard about my little trade at the Bingo game last night.” “No,” Lloyd said firmly, holding
Milli wondered if Lloyd had talked to anyone about all the drama Tonia had caused in his life. She had seen men fall into Marni’s orbit and stay there for years; some ended up losing their marriages. “I promised to come back for her… I got home from Bootcamp a day early to surprise her and my family. I thought I was home alone, then I heard them upstairs. I just stood there at the door, watching my cousin screwing my girlfriend. I must have made a sound because they stopped. Both said they were sorry, and I punched Tim square in the nose. I hit him and didn’t stop. Tonia was screaming at me to leave him alone. When she said that she was having his baby, I froze.” His hands tightened on the wheel. “Tim got up and hugged Tonia, said he was going to marry her. He begged me to forgive him and said it had just happened. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. It felt like the time we were screwing around, and I fell off the barn, but this time it wasn’t my ribs that were broken,
The next morning, they headed to the slopes without talking any more about their past. Milli fell down as much as she skied but she always got back up. Lloyd showed her a better way to turn and stop. He feared for her bodily safety. Between her lack of skill, absence of fear, and need for speed, he worried she would break something. By afternoon, they were talking in their suite after showering while waiting on room service for an early dinner. The adrenaline from the day on the slopes hadn’t worn off yet. “Whoever taught you how to ski was trying to get you maimed or killed,” Lloyd huffed. “Well, he was from Texas,” Milli answered, laughing at his stormy expression. “A Texan?!? Really?” He seemed disgusted. “You let a Texan teach you how to ski?!?” “Yep. He taught me to ski in Tahoe, California, in April.” She grinned at his reaction. “Seriously? A Texan taught you to ski in California?” She nodded enthusiastically. “Yep.” She popped
Milli was up before dawn. Peeking in Lloyd’s room, she saw sprawled out on the bed in his boxers. Empty bottles from the mini-bar covered the night table. On one shoulder was a military tattoo, and in the center of his chest was a heart with a lettered ribbon. ‘ANTONIA’ was written there. It looked like an old tattoo, one that had spent years over his heart. She scowled as he rolled over onto his side, exposing his back. He was covered in scars and a few had come from bullets. She had grown up in the Vegas ghetto until she was 6, then had a close friend who was a cop and another who was a cop’s son, so she knew what those wounds looked like when they healed. She was glad Lloyd was out of the military and working in a county as small as Pagosa. His life was safe now, but his spirit was another story. Tonia had crippled it. Sitting by the bed, a plan quickly formed in her mind, Milli logged into the hotel’s wi-fi. She found the shop she was looking for in minutes and snapped a
When they got back to Pagosa County, Lloyd drove to the Ridgeline Ranch as he promised. Milli got out in the starting snow and was shocked when Camille’s girls rushed out, looking scared. “Girls, where is everyone?” Lloyd demanded seeing the scared girls and led them inside. “We don’t know, Deputy McConnell. Mom and Gramma Dorine rode out to look for Grandpa Ben and Beau when Cajun and Poncho came home alone.” Willow’s chin trembled as Gracie added further, “Mom thinks something bad happened...” and her tears started to fall. Lloyd instantly knew something bad had happened and called his grandfather about bringing the horses and everyone on hand from the Rocking M over to Ridgeline Ranch. They needed to start a manhunt before the weather got worse and someone died. Milli shifted nervously, holding Emily close. “Is that really a thing here? To ride out looking for a bear?” She looked confused and terrified as she asked Lloyd, “Why would they go looking
The wind raged through the trees above him. Lloyd was about to call out when he heard the whistle from the overgrowth under a large cedar, it was a place sheltered from the oncoming storm. Lloyd pushed away the overgrowth of limbs and fallen branches, there he saw Beau was leaning against the trunk, the whistle in his mouth. He seemed asleep; he inhaled slowly and blew a loud blast. Ben was lying next to him, his shoulder ripped open, his skin ashen. Lloyd knew Ben was dead. Ben’s coat was draped over Beau’s legs. Lloyd crawled in, “Beau, I’m here.” Lloyd lifted the bloody coat off his friend’s leg. It was a mangled mess. A belt was tightened above his knee. Lloyd had seen a wound like this before. The driver in an APV ahead of him had suffered the same injury when they ran over an IED, he hadn’t made it. Lloyd knew that the tourniquet would cost Beau his leg, but it may have saved his life. “Hang on, Beau. I am going to get you out of here.” Lloyd cr