CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“Well, well. You couldn’t leave alone, could you?” Jonas smirked. He tossed the shovel aside and planted his feet. “Always in everyone else’s business. Causing harm to innocent parties just to prove you’re better than they are.”
“I’d like you to dig up what you just buried.”
Charlotte stopped walking when she was close enough to see his eyes but far enough away to run if the need arose.
Jonas snorted. “No idea what you mean.”
“Too late. Got a whole lot of photos of you burying Vinnie’s Christmas tree and a plastic bag of what I imagine are the stolen gift cards.”
The colour drained from his face. “Show me.”
“Why do it? All of it?”
The question amused him. “Which part?”
“You could be a partner in a law firm. Why be mayor of a little town?” If she could keep him talk
