Chapter 11
This wasn’t going to be good. That fool son of his had involved his idiot friends in things he ought not to have. There would be repercussions. Anything for his son to make a dollar or two. At times he thought his son had believed they were in an odd sort of competition between them.
Because his father was so successful the son had to try to make his own way.
He understood that. His own father had told him repeatedly that he was worth nothing.
That all he would ever have would be what he could take for himself.
And to get out there and make his way. No one was going to give it to him.
That was a lesson he would like to think he had passed on to his boy. Apparently, though, his son hadn’t also gotten his common sense to go along with it. That was why they were in this position, in the first place.
Now, all that was left for him to do was clean up the damned mess, and hope the rest of his son’s little crowd of rogues didn’t do anything else beyond stupid.
He had spent the last three weeks cleaning up what his son had left behind, so that it didn’t come back to haunt him later.
There was some overlap between their businesses, they operated in the same circles, paid the same fees to those in charge.
If his son had been stupid in what he had kept written down or in what he had said—it could be catastrophic for him.
Unless…his son’s friends didn’t screw this up, too. If they did what had to be done without fucking up, then all of his problems would just go away.
If the cards aligned right, that Barratt girl would be dead by morning. Then she’d be out of the way.
His son had probably gotten a real kick out of operating all of his little games in his father’s own back yard.
Hughes Heights, the homes for the best of the best of Finley Creek County.
Best of the region, actually. There were plenty who worked in Wichita Falls who commuted from Hughes Heights.
Even a few that flew into the capitol on a daily or weekly basis.
Hughes Heights was one of the elite areas in the entire state.
He hadn’t been too fond of his son’s idiot friends playing their games there.
Now he just hoped it didn’t come back to bite him and his friends in the ass.
If that Coleson woman was taken out of the equation permanently…well, that would just speed his own plans up considerably. Heather Coleson was nothing but trouble. And always had been.
He wanted her dead. More than anything else in the world right now. If Heather Coleson was dead, ninety percent of his own problems would be fixed instantly.
They were going to have to deal with her eventually, once and for all.
No matter who that pissed off.
Some things just had to be done.