Whisper In The Dark (The McKinnon Legends-- The American Men Book One) by Ranay James Read Free Book Online Page B

the living room door as the medics were tending to George.
    Brice was just a little too concerned for Robert’s liking. In all the years he had known Brice, he had never once remembered seeing the younger Langston concerned for any of the hired help. They were a means to an end. They were there to make his life easier, nothing more and nothing less. Robert felt he had no use for such a man who cared nothing for others less fortunate in life’s game of chance. The Langston family, like the McKinnon clan, had been blessed with both brains and brawn resulting in a very comfortable lifestyle.
    Brice was one man with whom Robert had never really felt he had a firm footing, and he always had looked for a flank attack where the younger man was concerned. After all, Junior had Dallas as a role model, and his own father had learned about Dallas Langston’s tactics the hard way.
    “Yes, George remembers, and when he is better he can give a statement to Maxi.”
    Maxi was actually Sheriff Maxwell, a fixture around Johnson County, known for his fair and tough law enforcement policies. Robert had already called Maxi to brief him personally on this second attack on Brandenburg land occurring in less than seven days.
    Robert’s lie just put Old George up as bait. If a Langston, whether Dallas or Brice, had anything to do with George’s accident then they would come after him again. Robert would be waiting this time.
    Katherine knew Robert was lying, but figured he had his reason for holding close to his  vest the fact that George could not remember a single thing.
    All three stepped back as the paramedics secured George to the gurney and rolled him out to the ambulance.
    “Katherine, let me take you to the hospital. We can follow the ambulance. I’m heading back to town tonight anyway for an early meeting in the morning.” Brice looked over her shoulder at Robert.
    She wondered what that exchange was all about.
    Robert knew. The meeting was with the district attorney to establish Brice’s whereabouts at the time of Kyle’s death.
    Katherine declined. “No, thank you, Brice. I appreciate the offer, but I’m riding in the ambulance with George. Robert, can you follow us? I will need a ride home once I get him settled.”
    “Absolutely,” he said placing his hand at the small of her back gently guiding her out the back door. Brice had no choice other than to exit the house as Robert corralled him backwards. Turning the skeleton key in the lock and then dropping it into the pocket of his jeans, Robert made a mental note to change the locks and bring them, at the very least, into at least the twentieth century, and preferably the twenty-first. He was convinced, now more than ever, he had a new client and her name was Katherine Delight.
     

Chapter 8
    Harris Methodist Hospital
    Surgical Waiting Room
     
    “Don’t you have somewhere else to be, Brice?” Robert wished he would leave. Brice's incessant pacing and irrelevant questions grated on Robert's every nerve.
    Brice shook his head. “I’m not going anywhere. I want to help her any way I can.”
    “Then go home. Leave her alone if you want to help. I have taken responsibility for her. Kyle was my friend, not yours. To my knowledge, Brice, you were never high on Kyle’s list of favorites.” Fearing he would wake Kate if he spoke too loudly, Robert kept his voice to a whisper.
    “Screw you, Robert.” Brice wanted to kill Robert and itched to pull his gun. He could not stand the man with his high moral standard always making Brice feel as if he were the lesser of the two men.
    “Very original, Langston. You cannot have a thought unless your father gives it to you.”
    Kate’s head was lulled over on his shoulder. He stroked her hair unconsciously as he sparred with Brice.
    Having followed them to the hospital and then into the surgical waiting room, Brice was in the way as far as Robert was concerned. He had relentlessly asked Katherine questions over the last three