Chapter 72

“But Henderson sure as hell won’t ever see daylight again,” Quinn said. “I’m sorry, for what it’s worth.”

“What for? For stopping me from killing him?”

“I’m not sorry for that at all,” Quinn said. “He deserves to live a long, long time in prison. I hope he lives another fifty years and hates every one of them. No, I’m sorry it turned out he was an evil son of a bitch. I’m sorry he wasn’t the man you thought he was. That shit hurts, I know.”

It didn’t though, not at the moment. Aaron was still mostly numb, but he recognized that feeling. He’d had it after Afghanistan. The anger, he knew, would come later. He’d work through it. He would, because Will Henderson had stolen his life from him once. He didn’t get to do it twice.

They stopped for beer, and Aaron grabbed sodas for him and Lennox.

“I talked to the new interim sheriff,” Quinn said as they left town, and trees flashed past the windows.

“Yeah?”