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“Will you help me?”
My older brother’s voice coming through the phone didn’t carry the
usual swagger of the self-assured man I knew, and whose actions tested the
patience of saints. In fact, there was a hint of desperation. I’d be anxious,
too, if I were him. The sheriff had just accused him of murdering his exgirlfriend.
“Fine. I’m on my way, Vic,” I grumbled. The last thing I wanted to do
was be involved in Vic’s drama. But, when I’d been locked up and accused
of killing someone, he’d come to visit almost every day, bringing me a
breath of insanity and usually a couple of laughs.
As children, Vic had always been by my side, protecting me. Like the
time a kid stole my bike at school. My brother had hunted him down,
exchanged some harsh words with him, and returned my bike. Or when
we’d been messing around in the woods and I’d fallen and sprained my
ankle. He’d carried me out. As adults, he irritated me beyond measure with
his panache for bad choices in every aspect of his life because I was the one
he always called on to help him right his wrongs.
Like I didn’t have enough to do.
I drove down Comfort Road, the main street in the idyllic little town of
Heywood, Arizona, located in the mountains near Sedona. On my left stood
the storefronts, or the downtown area, as most of the locals referred to it.
Beyond the buildings, a river meandered through thick forest. To my right,
streets cut up through the trees to the residential areas. I’d lived in
Heywood my whole life, and I’d considered leaving more than once. Yet, I
always ended up staying.
“Do you think he killed that woman?” a soft voice asked from the back
seat. I glanced into the rearview mirror to find big brown eyes staring at me
from a brown and white furry face—my rescue dog, Daisy.
Yes, speaking to the dog had been very weird at first, and I’d even
questioned my sanity. But now, six months after the accident that had
caused me to hear her voice, I’d just accepted that my brain had been
rewired when I’d knocked my head on the tree branch while chasing the
little turd through the snow. She’d spent two nights out in the bitter cold
winter air, and the other rescuers and I were determined to make sure she
didn’t have to attempt to survive another.
“Probably not,” I mumbled.
“Probably not?”
“I’m hoping not,” I said. “Vic likes trouble.” Although, I had a hard
time imagining what kind of trouble would lead to him hurting a woman.
Vic liking trouble—that was the understatement of the year. Bar fights,
speeding on his motorcycle, and selling drugs were a few of his favorite
extracurricular activities.
“You’re driving kind of fast, Gina. Who do you think you are? Mario
Andretti?”
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