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“We got the eency search warrant” Jeff strode into the kitchen “Wendy called it in They found four bags of coke and 10,000 in hundred-dollar bills in Jackson’s apartment”

“Fuck,” Michael bit out Ier filled him

By all accounts, Stu Devlin was a piece of shit but one that deserved to be behind bars, not fuckin’ dead

“Twelve years,” Michael muttered

“What?” Jeff asked, frowning

“The last tio” Michael had done his research before h there had been a couple of murder cases in the county, the town of Hartwell had been spared for years Possibly because the sheriff’s depart the streets because of the nuhout the year When it came to violent crime, there’d been physical and sexual assault cases in Hartwell, the highest percentage of which were committed by visitors

But there hadn’t been a murder case in Hartwell in twelve years Not until Michael arrived

“We wanted to spook hiitated “This wasn’t supposed to happen I’ve seen a lot of bad shit over the years I’ve never played my part in the cause of it before”

Jeff glowered “No You don’t get to do that Because if you’re to bla the blame for Freddie Jackson All we can say is that we underestiuess is he came to Stu Devlin for reassurance and instead Stu told hi his place for coke”

A setup Made sense Michael nodded, exhaling slowly “He was getting ju a liability for them They wanted him out of the way”

“It’s only speculation at this point but uess, yes,” Jeff said

“I need to find this fucker fast A man this desperate … who knohat he’ll do next”

“First, we need to go break the news to the Devlins” Jeff shook his head “Jesus Christ I have to tell the man his son is dead and then ask hi”

It was going to be a long night Following Jeff out of the house, Michael asked, “Is this your first homicide?”

“It’s the first hoazed back up at what had been Stu Devlin’s impressive ho guy”