“A dead body thrown—literally—at the front of the house would do that. And the body was still out there, right where it landed, while the police did whatever forensics they saw fit. The body had a name, I learned—a name that sent a jolt of fear and dread straight to my very core. The body belonged to one Ronald R. Miller, also known by the street name Rooster, and rumored to be my mother’s boyfriend. This wasn’t good. Rooster had a bullet in the center of his forehead, and I had heard Reece outs...ide talking to another officer. Rooster’s jeans had grass stains on the knees, and it didn’t take a huge leap of logic to imagine that he’d been on his knees when that trigger was pulled. Classic execution style. Where was Mom? That question played over and over again, because everyone said she’d run off with Rooster. Who now had a bullet in his head. I shuddered as I focused my gaze on Jax. He was standing by the window, back tense and his jaw a hard line. He hadn’t said much since this all went down.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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