My Husband's Betrayal: The Lost Heiress Returns

a joke," Fle

ty dashboard of the black Ford SUV.

nly spat warm, stale air into the confined space. Sweat dripped d

oad. The chassis violently shuddered. Fletche

Agent Kowalski locked eyes with

bs did no

ton's body remained perfectly rigid against the vinyl. He was welded to th

at the dying Appalachian trees blurring past. He look

deer darted acr

hed, kicking up a cloud of thick brown dust. Fle

His breathing remained

ine. He quietly rested his right hand on the grip of his holstered Glock. Ther

e rusted iron sign that re

ocals sitting on their rotting wooden porches stopped chewing their tobacco.

vergrown wasteland on the edge of town. A half-col

lready waiting by a pickup truck. Cletus wore a fake, su

Fletcher unlocked the heavy iron shackles aro

e took a deep breath. The air smelled of pine needles and rus

red the agents and kicked a piece

sh heap where you belong

he structural integrity of the collapsing roof. Deep in h

d at Cletus. "Sign the par

"It's the only dump in to

n and unlocked the handcuff

first of every month," Kowalski ordered, his voice har

thick fingers tracing the deep, pu

machine unused for years. It was the first word he had spoken to anyone o

got back into the SUV and sped off, desperate

d Alton's faded shirt. He sto

ed up a wad of thick phlegm and spit i

wly turne

asteland seemed to plummet. There was no anger in Alton's stare. It wa

est seized. His legs moved on their own, stumb

of panic. He cover

us yelled. He dug into his pocket

ard into the

letus warned, before shoving his goons

wasteland. He watched t

e bent down. His large, calloused hands-covered in faded, j

d pushed the door. It scr

mmediately tracked to the dark corner of the ceiling. A nest of hi

ignore

loorboards spared by the settling dust. With one slow, deliberate sweep of his fo

lding his legs beneath him on th

don agreement flashed in his mind. The corners of