The Piggy Farmer (The Barrington Patch Book 3) Emmy Ellis (notion reading list TXT) š
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What a disgusting man. Heād faked who he really was to Lenny, making out he was a good sort, taking the advice and fatherly gestures, all the while plotting behind his counterfeit smile.
He mumbled something.
āWhat was that?ā She crouched and reached out, poking his ravaged cheek, stony against her skin. āI didnāt catch it.ā
He roared in pain, his free leg jerking north, his pinned one jolting at the thigh. His scream reached a higher decibel.
āI expect youāre well sore,ā she shouted.
Jimmy coughed, his mind undoubtedly conjuring what she could be doing to Jason, but there was no more torture in their future, at least not at the minute. Jasonās wail stopped abruptly, and he passed out, his head falling to one side. Fresh blood oozed on his shin. Idly, she wondered if his leg would go septic, if heād eventually die from an infection if she didnāt kill him first. She strode to the bag and snatched it up, going to the kitchen. Bag pushed inside the furnace, she took a knife out of the drawer, returning to slice Jasonās trouser leg so she could get a good look at the wound.
Oh. The skin, as well as being a violent purple and swollen, was hairless. Did he shave them? What a strange bloke. And yes, something was definitely going on there with the start of an infection, yellow pus sitting around the nail head.
What did she care? Heād be dead soon anyroad.
Stupid dickhead, not keeping up with his tetanus jab.
She chuckled to herself and went to the living room doorway. āHeās out of it again, Jim.ā
Her new employee turned to look at her. āWhat did you just do? I heard ripping.ā
She pointed at her captive.
Jimmy spun to give him his attention. āOh shit, thatās going nasty.ā
She supposed seeing the large round end of a big nail embedded into a shin bone would be nasty, but to her it was justice, Jason getting what was owed to him. She thought of Louās weapon, all the nails. Funny how theyād both opted for those.
āItāll probably get worse as the hours go on.ā She shrugged. āIāve got stuff to do until later tonight, but Iāll nip back when itās dark. Maybe heāll be more inclined to speak to me by then.ā
āWhat do you want him to admit?ā
āAbout drugging me and Mam, taking over, thatās all he has to say to me. Simple really. I heard it on the recording but want him to say it to my face. Try and get him to drink some water if he wakes up. I donāt want him dehydrated and dying on me. Right, Iām off. Catch you later.ā
Outside, she checked the road and general area, then dragged herself around the back. The driverās seat was heaven on her aching body, and she fired up the engine.
Home.
Sleep.
Then a double murder.
Chapter Eleven
Sharon Barnett was devastated, so much so her heart actually hurt with each beat, the area around it seeming hollow yet full of emotion at the same time, a confusing contrast. Karen, dead? It was surreal, felt untrue, yet there was no doubt she was gone.
Why had she been so stupid? Why couldnāt she let the estate go and accept it was no longer hers? Christ, theyād had enough years of Lenny running the place to get used to it. Some online article said you only needed to see or do things seven times for them to become ānormalā to you, so why hadnāt it worked for Karen? Sheād always grumped about it, annoyed she hadnāt thought of what he had, ways to keep everyone in line, plus generating such massive revenue.
Sharon had told her time and again that Lenny had a business head on him, and money heād earnt from owning the meat factory and selling the drugs had enabled him to buy up houses one by one, create a vast fortune, purchase the high-rise, get a mortgage for Joeās wasted land, selling it off at a profit, purchasing Sculptorās Field. No way would Karen have been able to do all that. Her desire to swipe up Lennyās hard work, even going so far as to get Francis to sign all properties and money over to herāsuch a mad, ridiculous schemeāhad meant her fatal downfall.
And now look, sheād been disappeared, supposedly moving farther north. Everyone knew damn well what that meant, and Sharon had been worried about having people coming round to ask questions now it had been aired in The Life (sheād cried so much while editing it for Doreen that she hadnāt been able to see properly). But no one had turned up. Cassie must have got to them all, warning them to leave her alone. That or they werenāt bothered Karen had left town. Some might even be glad.
Sharon stared out of her living room window at Karenās place. Well, she couldnāt see it as such. A plain-sided, dusty white removal lorry had arrived outside it an hour or so ago, Cassieās people emptying the place, which basically told everyone just how Karen had disappeared, although the information in The Life had made it clear already. The residents knew what āmoving awayā meant.
What about her kids? Theyād be shocked but werenāt silly enough to push Cassie for answers. Adults now, they were, and each rented a high-rise flat off Francis. A funny pair, theyād never seemed like they were Karenās, born to the wrong parents, aloof and distancing themselves as soon as they were old enough. They barely came round to see her, not liking her working for the Graftons; they were snooty and wanted to break away from her, as if their common-as-muck mother embarrassed them.
No, they wouldnāt kick up a fuss. Theyād be too bothered about how it would make them look to
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