Chapter 21
“Yes, ‘s**t’. That is correct.”
The voice that emerged from behind me was familiar. So was the paunch pressing into the small of my back. That could only be...
“Slim?”
If I hadn’t been afraid any movement would result in a bullet through my skull, I would have kicked myself. I’d completely forgotten the promise I’d made to this bounty hunter. And while I had been attempting to track down Jimmy English’s killer, I definitely hadn’t informed my supposed partner of what little progress I’d made.
Nor had I sent my twin to waylay that confession letter. In the midst of worrying over a dying cousin, an anonymous murderer, and a pesky skinless, I’d totally dropped that ball.
“You sound so surprised. Did you forget I existed?”
And now I’d hurt his feelings. If the g*n hadn’t been
