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He hadn’t found it. Will hadn’t found it anywhere. He had already searched that guy Phil’s house. He hadn’t found it anywhere. It was supposed to be the size of a small end table, and he hadn’t been able to find it.

Bruce had insisted the trunk was at his brother’s. One of his brothers had to have it. He’d searched Phil Tyler’s already, and Bill’s, even that stupid prick Nick’s. Nothing. He hadn’t searched that Ned guy’s place. Or that place Michael Tyler lived now that had been his dad’s before he’d died. Bruce had told him to go to Fletcher’s; Will had been searching Fletcher’s each night for two nights. When he knew the guy was hanging out at the hospital with Dylan.

Will stayed in his truck and waited. He’d go inside the inn in five minutes, get his sister and get her home. His dad was freaking out. The guys he knew—the guys he used to work for before Will was even born, they were getting pissed Bruce was still out there. Pissed at what had happened in Texas. Pissed no one had found the missing shipment yet.

Will hadn’t found it either. It wasn’t where he had been led to believe it was. He was running out of money, was almost completely out of OPJ, and he was running out of time.

And Bruce Tyler knew exactly where to find him. Worse. Bruce hated Will and hated his dad and he’d made that known too.

Will didn’t know what he was supposed to do.

Someone tapped on his window.

Will jumped. Then screamed like a fucking girl.

Bruce Tyler yanked his door open. Why hadn’t Will locked his damned door with this lunatic out there?

Tyler pulled him from the car. “Well, well, well. Aren’t you a good brother. Find it yet?”

“I searched. I searched all but Ned’s place and Michael’s. Michael’s wife was there and his baby. You really want me going in there when she’s there?”

“You go anywhere near my nephew’s woman or kid, and I’ll rip your liver out. No one is supposed to see you, dumbass.”

“I searched Fletcher’s again last night. While he was at the hospital with his girlfriend. Dylan. It’s not there.”

“You’d better find it, Willy boy. Or it’s your daddy or sister they will be finding buried in the snow.”

Then the asshole just blended into the darkness.

What kind of monster was he?

Will slipped half an OPJ into his mouth.

Usually he didn’t use when he was around Abby. But he had to do something, anything to take the edge off. And besides, he only had seven pills left.

When they were gone, he was going to be shit out of luck then. But he needed it. Before he completely lost control of everything.