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hard and nodded just as his wife laid a hand against the small of her husband’s back.
    “Elijah, what’s wrong? You’re practically trembling dear.”
    Her concern soon turned to fear when Elijah growled. “Why don’t you ask the good chief here? I’m sure your husband would be more than happy to explain how he and my father tried keepin’ the truth about my child away from me. I, for one, am just dying to hear how and why the female carrying my youngun was not only turned away and refused any help, but died after being thrown through the windshield of the car that killed my dad. Tell me Police Chief Bussey…I’m dying to know. Were you thankful to God when Bethany Jacobs died so it would stay a dirty little secret that would never be found out?” Elijah saw red and his temper threatened to get the better of him.
    “Everyone I ever loved is dead…they’re dead, Bussey. And, not only do I have to mourn a mother and a father, but a child now, too. One I never even fucking knew about because of him and you. GET OUT! All of you. Get the fuck out and don’t bother showing your faces at the burial; it’s now a closed show.”
    The Chief aged before Elijah’s eyes and opened his mouth to respond. Elijah held up a hand and shook his head unwilling to listen. Shoulders drooping, the man turned and made his way down the aisle. Elijah glared at the people scattered around the room until they started moving for the exit.
    When the room emptied and silence ensued, Elijah looked down upon the husk of a man he’d thought he knew. “I’ll never forgive you this, ever.” With a sweep of his hand, Elijah slammed shut the casket and stalked from the room. Rhett waited outside and true to his usual form, tried to placate Elijah in the only way he knew how. He moved in close, undeterred by the menacing degree of Elijah’s mood and tried to stop Elijah in his tracks.
    “Rhett, you really don’t wanna be blocking my path right now. MOVE! And by the way, next time you take it on yaself to walk into my home uninvited, I’ll feed you your ass on a plate.”
    Rhett’s eyes widened, and then he scowled. “What’s wrong Eli? Did my turning up mean ya missed out on that sweet piece of ass this morning? Didn’t take our Mr. Jacobs long to forget his sister was dead before he tried to sneak into your pants did it?” Rhett sneered. “Talk about sloppy seconds. If Bethany Jacobs was buried already, she’d be turning in her grave knowing she’d left that little baby of hers to be reared up by the likes of Seth. Dude’s the worst sort of fucking pansy boy there is with that superior attitude of his.” Rhett shrugged and turned away. “Anyways, if it does survive, it’ll be a darn miracle. Rumor has it the poor little fucker was born already addicted to drugs and shit.”
    The room started to spin, and Elijah grabbed for the nearest thing to steady himself. Rhett’s whiney matter-of-fact tone croaked, and Elijah glanced up to see his thick fingers clamped tight around his struggling friend’s throat. “Can’t breathe, Eli, please…stop.” Rhett’s face had turned a bright shade of red as he scrambled for air. Elijah loosened his grip.
    “What the fuck are talking about Rhett? Bethany Jacobs is dead.” Elijah fumed at Rhett and pushed him back until he was wedged against the wall. “You have exactly ten fucking seconds to explain, or I’ll personally put your ass in one of them caskets permanently, you hear?”
    Rhett had known Elijah all his life and knew not to push. When Elijah stepped back and released him, Rhett slumped to the floor and hung his head between his legs. “You like him don’t you?” Rhett’s question confused Elijah. He wanted to know about his child, if it lived or died and the man was asking if he liked Seth?
    “Look Rhett, I have a lot on my plate right now, okay. I’ve just lost my dad, have God knows what else to look forward to when I take on all his business dealings. Then, there are