Exhausted and cold, John crawled into bed. He’d never made it to headquarters.
He wrapped his arms around Zora and pulled her against his chest. The warmth of her body started to thaw his cold, tired one.
Outside, thunder boomed. John settled deeper into the comfort of her body.
His cell buzzed.
He squeezed his eyes tight and pretended he didn’t hear it. But with his only deputy off the reservation, John was the on-call person.
“You going to get that?”
“No.” But he picked up the cell and flipped over onto his back. “Iron Hawk.”
The panic he heard in his sister’s voice shocked the drowsiness away. Lydia never panicked.
John jackknifed up in bed. “Who’s dead?”
Beside him, Zora lifted her head. “What’s wrong?”
His sister’s strangled cries made the hairs on his arms rise and quiver. “Lydia, talk to me.” Was she having some delayed grief over her husband’s death?
“There’s blood everywhere.”
The blood reference threw him off balance. “Whose blood?” He swung his legs out of bed and stared blindly around the room. His mind rushed and discarded possible scenarios—none of them good.
With his cell locked between his head and his shoulder, John crammed his legs into his discarded jeans.
Lamplight flooded the room. Zora scooted to the head of the bed, watching him with anxious brown eyes.
“Thomas who?” He pulled a shirt over his head.
John paused, his head half in and half out of his shirt. What the fuck? He eased the shirt down over his chest. What was his sister doing with Thomas Crow? “Where are you?”
“At his house.” The words came out almost on a moan—the moan of a wounded animal.
Why the hell was she at Crow’s house? John’s brain scrambled, trying to remember where the man lived. He’d purposely never delved too deeply into his political opponent’s personal life. “Give me the location.”
“Rachel… Near Rachel Reynaud’s house. Same road.”
“Don’t touch anything. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Outside, the rumble of thunder warned it would take longer than usual to get there.
“John?” Zora threw back the blanket and stood. “What’s wrong?” She rubbed her bare arms against the chill in the room.
“Thomas Crow is dead.”
The Book Junkie Reads . . . Review of . . . UNDER COVER OF NIGHT (Lakota, #3) . . . I just got started about 4am and I will tell you this I only stopped long enough to make sure that this posting was up and ready to go today...
I can say just from what I got through thus far. It is more intense than the first books of this series. We have more going on and someone behind the scenes on a mission to make sure the Iron Hawk is no longer an issue. And it will surprise you as to who and why. Stay tuned....