Chapter 39

It was only three, in the end. It had looked like more when he first approached, and he was grateful it wasn’t. Three trees out of nine thousand was nothing. But Beckett keenly felt the loss. Gagnon sure knew how to hit him where it counted. Beckett took care of them himself. He used the chainsaw to chop them into manageable chunks and then hauled them to his wood pile.

He was grimy and sweaty by the time he was done, but he felt a little better with the task taken care of. Productive. A paltry scare tactic wasn’t going to get to him. He wouldn’t let it

The diesel engine rumbling up the drive gave him pause, and he stood his ground as he waited for the truck to round the bend. When it did, he thought he was hallucinating the familiar Silverado. But when the truck screeched to a halt and Jordan jumped down from the cab, Beck knew he wasn’t imagining it. But he was shocked as shit to see Jordan there.