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“Lucas told me that Beth Young tried to run him over today.” Ty, a gym rat and blond, tapped the bat against his cowboy boot. “You know anything about that?”
“Nope,” he answered flatly, keeping his eyes on the bat. “Is that why you keep driving past my house? Or are you just lost?”
Ty grinned, his smile slightly crooked under his neatly trimmed beard. “You’re sober as a preacher, lately. What’s up with that? You worried about getting drunk and spilling truths?”
“You need to go home.” Garrett glanced back at the house, relieved that Beth was no longer on the porch. “There’s no reason for you to be here.”
“Why’d you kill her?” Ty took a step forward, but Garrett didn’t budge.
“Kill who?”
“You know who,” Ty growled, swinging the bat up to rest on his shoulder. “You were always with Sarah when you were drunk, trying to get some.”
Garrett chuckled. “Unlike the rest of this town, I had no interest in her.”
“Yeah, right. You ain’t gettin’ it from your old lady, so you went searching for it. She cut you off till you quit drinking, didn’t she?”
Garrett frowned, tempted to tell him it was the other way around, but instead he chose to stay quiet. “I’ll call the cops if you don’t get out of here.”
Ty burst into laughter. “Yeah, your daddy would love to watch me beat some sense into you. Needed to be done a long time ago.”
“I didn’t have anything to do with Sarah’s death,” he saidcoolly, gesturing to the still running white three-quarter ton. “Go home. What happened to Sarah really sucked, and I lost a friend. But handling things like this ain’t gonna fix the pain.”
Ty glared at him. “Yeah? For a drunk murderer, you’re sure full of wisdom, ain’t you? You know, the only reason I ever put up with you is ‘cause Sam was a good guy. You were always a sleaze, running around behind his back to bang his sister.” Garrett remained silent as Ty audibly popped his jaw and walked up to the back of Beth’s Lexus. “This Beth’s?” Ty leaned down to look at the Illinois plate.
“Get out of here,” Garrett growled, taking a step toward him this time. “You ain’t got a reason to be atmyhouse onmyproperty, harassing me about something I know nothing about.”
“Yeah, but Bethdidtry to run over my best friend, and the two of you seem close again,” Ty stood up straight again, a malicious gleam in his eye. “And you know, I bet your wife wouldloveto know that the two of you were locking lips.”
“Tell her whatever you want.”
“I will, thanks.” Ty reared back with the bat aimed at Beth’s car, and Garrett sighed, reaching into the back of his waist band. His Smith and Wesson .45 was pointed at Ty within seconds, andthatstopped the idiot in his tracks.
Ty reared back. “You gonna shoot me, too?”
“You gonna get the hell off my property?” He held the gun with a steady hand. “I don’t want to have to put one between your eyes, Ty.”
Ty dropped the bat, a wicked grin stretching across his face. “Always knew you had a mean streak a mile wide, Garrett. Knew it the night you killed your best friend over the girlwatching us through your window right now. You beat him, then tossed him in that truck—all for what? ‘Cause he didn’t like you puttin’ it between her legs? What did Sarah do to you? Turn you down?”
Garrett’s vision grew red, and he squeezed the trigger, a shot resounding in the still of the night. Ty Miller dropped, covering his face with his hands as the bullet struck the ground adjacent to where he was standing, a good twenty feet away from both men.
“Guess you can tell everyone in town I tried to kill you, too.” Garrett gestured to Ty’s pickup with the pistol. “Better go make the report while Blaze is there. He’s the only one who’s gonna take you seriously when you’re this tweaked out.”
“You’re a psycho,” Ty spat at him, and as he passed by, Garrett caught sight of his hands shaking. He wasn’t sure whether or not Ty was actually high on anything, but he knew he’d just started a war with Ty and his friends—all of which clearly thought he’d done something he hadn’t.
As tires threw gravel, Garrett flipped the safety on his pistol and waited until Ty was at the road before heading back up the porch steps. He set the gun on the top rail, just as the front door swung open, and Beth, wide-eyed and pale, stood in the threshold.
“What did you do?” Her voice shook.
Garrett’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean? What didIdo?”
“Isawyou point a gun at him,” she argued as she peeled off his jacket and shoved it into his arms, blowing past him.
“He was going to?—”
“Isawthe bat,” Beth cut him off, her voice sharp. “I’m not a freaking idiot, but you can’t take a gun to knife fight.You’ll get charged, and youshotat him.” She spun around as she made it to her driver’s side door and ripped it open. “What were you thinking?”
Garrett stared at her, all upset at him—like she had been the last night he saw her before she left. “He wouldn’t leave. I didn’t shootathim, either. I shot over there.” He gestured to the ground off to his right.”
