Chapter 13
Cutting Her Roots
Morgan Duke sat on the small deck beneath the awning of his camper, his home away from home, brooding over his failure of the night before and trying to ignore his son. Never in all of his years, in all of his jobs and deals and cons, had he been so badly shaken.
So humiliated.
The boy stood opposite of him, leaning against Morgan’s black truck. The new BMW motorbike Morgan had bought him stood a few feet away, the morning sun reflecting off its chrome and glass. He’d supplied the boy with this minimal transportation so that he, Morgan, could spend less time ferrying the kid around, but he wished he hadn’t now. The boy’s visits to Morgan’s solitary little patch of Grays Harbor County—one of Ernest Price’s many land purchases made possible by his continu
