rage. “This isn’t over, Harland. I’ll bury you.”
Carter replaced his hat. His cheeks were flushed. “I owe you both an apology. I took the stepfather’s story at face value. Well-dressed man with a split lip. Teenager with a history of—” He stopped. “A history I was told about by the man who had every reason to construct it. I wrote possible self-defense continue reading …
