Yet, had they been there, it wouldn’t have mattered. When I’d pulled into my property less than twenty minutes ago, I’d found not just overgrown weeds, but also trash. Junk. Old fucking tires.
It was as if the entire front of my property in front of my house had been used as the city dump while I’d been gone, and not one single person had done a damn thing to stop it.
Angry all over again, the next five minutes entailed me ripping sheets off of furniture, and opening windows to get the stagnant stink out.
I threw the last of the sheets that was covering my furniture outside the door, and left the screen door propped open, allowing much needed air to permeate the room behind me.
“You need any help?”
I looked up to find Travis, the co-owner of Hail Auto Recovery, standing at my doorstep.
“Not really,” I admitted reluctantly. “I’m here now. That was the hard part.”
It was.
I’d expected my sister to pick me up, but she’d never come.
Not that that really surprised me, either.
My sister, yet again, was a selfish person. If it didn’t benefit her in some way, she wouldn’t do it.
“You didn’t have a ride?”
I shrugged. “No.”
“Why didn’t you call me?” he asked.
I looked over at him.
“I called Dante. Didn’t answer,” I informed him. “I took that as the universal sign to ‘fuck off.’”
He laughed humorlessly under his breath.
“There’s a lot of shit going down with Dante,” he admitted. “And I’ll tell you about it when there’s a lot of whiskey to share. Until then, I brought you the keys to the truck.”
My brows went up.
“Isn’t it company policy not to hire men who’ve had a record?”
He looked at me like he wanted to smack me.
I shrugged. “Just sayin’.”
He sighed.
“We both know you were dealt a bad hand,” he said, tossing me a set of keys. “If you need any help, don’t hesitate to ask. Use the truck. Don’t use the truck. I don’t fuckin’ care. Just make sure you log personal and business miles so we can keep a record of them, okay?”
I nodded mutely, suddenly finding it hard to breathe.
They trusted me. They believed in me.
They’d been there the day I went down, and Travis was here the day I got out.
You find out who your friends are.
“Thank you,” I said. “Do you…”
I hesitated, and he filled in the blanks.
“Do I know what happened to the horses?”
I nodded.
“They’re at the old Mills farm off of sixty-nine.” He stepped away. “Your dog, I believe, is still at Civil’s.”
My eyes closed.
“Thanks, man.”
Travis gave me a small salute, and then took off without another word.
I walked to the front door and watched him walk down the driveway, and then blinked at the sight of him getting into a truck with a pretty blonde.
She looked cute, really cute. Definitely not his type, but there was a lot of changes that could happen in four years.
Apparently, Travis doing cute, bubbly blondes was one of them.
I watched the truck disappear down the road and then turned my attention back to the tow truck he’d left me.
It was brand-fucking-new. There was no doubt in my mind.
Why had he trusted me with something so fucking new?
I tossed the keys up into the air, took one more look around, and then walked to my bedroom and stepped up to the safe.
Once I inputted the six-digit combination, I opened it, retrieved some cash, and then stared.
All my guns were there. The same exact place that they’d been when I’d last closed it four years ago.
I’d have to get rid of them.
Just like the assholes that’d put me away, I was dealing with a probation officer that was a douche and a half, too. I could tell from the moment I met with him this morning that he wasn’t going to be my favorite person.
Not at all.
I had eighteen more months on probation before I was finally a free man, and until then, I couldn’t have any fuckin’ alcohol, or any firearms, within my vicinity.
I wouldn’t sell them, no. I’d just lock them up somewhere and have someone else watch over them for a while.
Lifting my arm, I trailed my fingers down the barrel of my .45 that I used to conceal carry, and felt a wave of unease trail over my skin.
How would I work without the ability to protect myself?
The auto-recovery business was a dangerous one, and there wasn’t a single time that I repossessed a truck or a car that it didn’t have at least one hitch in the road.
With my brain in a weird sort of haze, I closed the safe and walked out of the house to the tow truck.
Normally, I wouldn’t have taken it so early but I had to go pick up Gertie.
I missed the dog like crazy, and he was one of the only things in the entire world that I hated leaving behind for so long.
I hoped he still remembered me.
But I needn’t have worried.
The minute that I arrived at Civil’s, the one and only vet in town, it was to find a receptionist at the front that I’d never seen before.
Along with the town growing while I was away, so did the vet clinic.
No longer was it a small, quaint clinic. Now it was an ungodly huge, likely multi-million-dollar clinic that looked like a fucking office building instead of a vet clinic.
But whatever.
I didn’t care.
As long as they kept Gertie safe.
“Can I help you?” The receptionist, a woman in her twenties that looked like she was way too dressed up for a vet’s office, asked sweetly.
Too sweet, if you asked me.
“I’m here to pick up my dog,” I said. “Can I talk to Civil?”
The woman tilted her head.
“Civil is no longer with us,” she said. “He passed away last fall. His daughter, however, is. She’s in with a patient now, though.”
My stomach tightened. “I’m sorry to hear that. Is that what’s up with the new remodel?”
She nodded. “When Layne took over, she decided that a revamp was needed.”
I looked around the place.
I didn’t see anything wrong with the old one, but apparently, this new vet did.
Pity.
“Do you think when she’s done with the patient that she will talk to me?” I asked. “I won’t take long.”
I just hoped that Civil had held true to his word and had this woman look after my dog just as well as Civil did.
“Yes,” she agreed. “I’ll have her do that when she’s done.”
I nodded. “Thank you.”
A deep bark from the other room had me turning to stare at the closed door.
I knew that bark.
Everything inside of me wanted me to go to that door and open it, but I didn’t.
My guess was that Gertie knew I was here, too.
He’d always been able to tell, I didn’t expect now to be any different.
I took a seat next to the magazine rack and picked up the first thing I saw, which was a magazine on chickens, and wondered idly if they were hard to care for.
I’d always wanted chickens, but had never gotten around to getting any, thankfully.
I’d made it to the fifth page, which was talking about egg incubation and how to hatch your own eggs at home, when my name was called.
“Mr. Lennox?”
I looked up to find a woman dressed in scrubs, with blonde hair pulled into a tight pony-tail on the top of her head, staring at me expectantly.
I offered her my hand, which she took.
“How can I help you?”