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Chapter Thirty-One

L uke called Rory and it went straight to voicemail.

Jake had watched the video they’d both been sent, then sprung into motion.

He sent the email to his tech guys to try to figure out where the anonymous email had come from, then sent a deputy to collect Doug Harris.

The video showed incontrovertible truth that Harris had abused Rory. In a criminal way.

For a long minute or two, Luke had fought the urge to puke. Then he’d fought the urge to go kill Harris.

When he finally figured out Rory had gotten the email too, he started calling.

“Come on, babe. Answer your phone.”

“Rory, we can deal with this, answer the phone.”

“Call me, you asshole. I need to see you.”

Then he called Matt. He needed a ride. He swore to God, he was going to try driving. He’d avoided it long enough.

His one leg was strong enough, and if it didn’t work he’d trick out his old truck with an assistive kit.

“Luke? Luke, what the hell is going on?”

“Jesus. You got it too?” He hadn’t seen past Rory .

“Yes. Mom too. What the fuck was that?”

“That was Rory being drunk and inappropriate. Those fuckers tried to ruin him, Matty.”

“Looks like they still are, Lu. Why would they send this around? They got careless and showed faces. This had to be Harris’ personal jack-off reel and he’s not savvy enough to take it to digital.”

“I don’t know. I don’t fucking know. Come get me. I can’t find him.”

“You still at Jake’s?”

“Yessir. Hurry.”

“I’m on my way, Lu.”

He sat there on his ass and called Rory again. “Call me, Rory. Please.” Luke hated to beg, but what if Rory was doing something really stupid? “I’m going to head to your place, look for you.”

He hoped Rory would be waiting for him. They needed to talk, needed to connect.

He wanted to see his lover, tell Rory this shit would never happen again. Harris was going down for this.

Once and for all.