CHAPTER 45
Dart Rosedale swallowed what tasted like a mouthful of acid. His stomach was kicking it up, cranking the heartburn a notch higher with every turn in this nightmare of a day. And now, here was another notch—two more men arriving to help drive the nails into his coffin.
Pain and betrayal wrenched through him, twisting and tangling around every nerve. Things never should have turned out like this. Rage against his father roared through his gut, vying with the heartburn and the fires of hell that inflamed his battered hand. His old man should have stayed to help, should have taught his son, his own flesh and blood, the tricks to staying ahead of the law. This was his fault.
And Maddie’s. If she’d only stayed put instead of running all over hill and dale, this never would have hap
