“I didn’t f**k up. I brung him,” Mitch said reasonably. “And I’m the one found that notebook in the first place.”
“You shut up too!” Boyd barked at Mitch. “I gotta think.”
Even with the snow coming down heavily now, Nick could see the back of the house and he wondered if there was any chance Old Annie might hear or see what was going on. And what she would do if she did? The phones were out. Not much she could do.
But Jamie and Grace were safe, and hopefully they would bring the cavalry. Till then—
“This is some kind of joke, right? A practical joke on the city guy who writes about drug dealers? Ha ha, real funny. You guys are a barrel of laughs. If I admit you scared the crap out of me, can I take my hands down now?”
“I told you to shut the f**k up!” Boyd yelled.
Nick glanced toward
