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up a few times over the next two years while Sam had been training to be a cop--until the final time when they were twenty.
"That was the time," Chuck said. "A bunch of us took pity on him and hauled him out on the town. Our goal--get him so drunk he couldn't feel the pain."
"I'm guessing you didn't have to work real hard to get him to cooperate."
Kyle had always loved his beer. And in their younger days, he hadn't had the maturity to drink in moderation.
But then, neither had she.
But this wasn't about alcohol consumption. "Where does this Mahon woman come in?"
"She and a friend of hers were all over us. All night. We blew them off to the point of being rude, but a couple of days later Kyle came to me, telling me he'd slept with her. He was a little worried he'd caught something. But mostly, he was petrified that you'd find out. Especially after the two of you patched things up."
"He never told me."
"It wasn't something he was proud of."
"I can't believe he didn't tell me."
"I thought he would have, Sam. I guess he didn't want to risk losing you all over again. You guys were already on thin ground. I heard she came after him later, claiming she was pregnant, or some such thing, but he never said anything to me about it. And even if she was, there was no way to pin that on Kyle. The woman was a professional. Who knew how many men she'd been with?"
Coffee had never made her feel sick to her stomach before.
Sam sat there, afraid if she moved she'd throw up. Kyle. Her Kyle. The fact that he'd slept with another woman and not told her hurt. A lot. But she could understand. Sort of. While she'd been home after their breakup, devastated, unable to go on, an emotional mess, he'd been out fucking another woman.
He might have a child out there somewhere....
And he'd never told her.
She told Kyle everything. He claimed that he did the same with her.
But he hadn't.
"Hey, Sam, like I said, it was a long time ago."
"I know, Chuck." Gingerly pushing her chair back to her computer she added, "It's no big deal. I'm just surprised."
Shocked. She felt as if she'd just lost her best friend. All this time, she'd thought Kyle was her soul mate, when she didn't know him at all.
He'd screwed a woman who'd grown up to become a prostitute and a possible meth dealer. Sam had never figured she'd find a lover of Kyle's on the Fort County inmate list.
"If it makes things any better," Chuck said, "I've never seen or heard of the woman until right now. It's not like she hung around or anything."
That didn't make Sam feel any better.
Sam went home. Showered. And with a fresh cup of coffee in hand, she signed on to the Internet from the laptop on her kitchen counter.
Sherry Mahon was in the past. Fifteen years past. She couldn't hold Kyle responsible for something he'd done as a kid. Something he'd done after she'd broken up with him.
Of course, then she'd gone back and blubbered all over him and begged him to return her ring and he'd never said a word. Not even later, when the woman had told him they were going to be parents.
Kyle and Sherry Mahon.
Not Kyle and Samantha Jones. And then there was his wife. Amy--the young girl he'd married just months after that final breakup, just months after Sam got her uniform and badge. He'd been twenty, on the rebound, and determined to have the type of life he wanted. A farm life. With a farm wife.
In her entire life, Samantha had slept with only one man. Kyle Evans. He, on the other hand, had screwed multiple women. Maybe he still did. How would she know? Hell, she'd practically lived in his back pocket before his marriage and she hadn't known what was going on then. How in the hell would she know what he did with his penis these days?
Anhydrous ammonia. Concentrate, Sam. Focus. You're looking for methamphetamine ingredients. Mostly household chemicals like phosphorous and anhydrous ammonia, substances common to particular trades. Like truck driving. And farming. Both were prevalent in
"That was the time," Chuck said. "A bunch of us took pity on him and hauled him out on the town. Our goal--get him so drunk he couldn't feel the pain."
"I'm guessing you didn't have to work real hard to get him to cooperate."
Kyle had always loved his beer. And in their younger days, he hadn't had the maturity to drink in moderation.
But then, neither had she.
But this wasn't about alcohol consumption. "Where does this Mahon woman come in?"
"She and a friend of hers were all over us. All night. We blew them off to the point of being rude, but a couple of days later Kyle came to me, telling me he'd slept with her. He was a little worried he'd caught something. But mostly, he was petrified that you'd find out. Especially after the two of you patched things up."
"He never told me."
"It wasn't something he was proud of."
"I can't believe he didn't tell me."
"I thought he would have, Sam. I guess he didn't want to risk losing you all over again. You guys were already on thin ground. I heard she came after him later, claiming she was pregnant, or some such thing, but he never said anything to me about it. And even if she was, there was no way to pin that on Kyle. The woman was a professional. Who knew how many men she'd been with?"
Coffee had never made her feel sick to her stomach before.
Sam sat there, afraid if she moved she'd throw up. Kyle. Her Kyle. The fact that he'd slept with another woman and not told her hurt. A lot. But she could understand. Sort of. While she'd been home after their breakup, devastated, unable to go on, an emotional mess, he'd been out fucking another woman.
He might have a child out there somewhere....
And he'd never told her.
She told Kyle everything. He claimed that he did the same with her.
But he hadn't.
"Hey, Sam, like I said, it was a long time ago."
"I know, Chuck." Gingerly pushing her chair back to her computer she added, "It's no big deal. I'm just surprised."
Shocked. She felt as if she'd just lost her best friend. All this time, she'd thought Kyle was her soul mate, when she didn't know him at all.
He'd screwed a woman who'd grown up to become a prostitute and a possible meth dealer. Sam had never figured she'd find a lover of Kyle's on the Fort County inmate list.
"If it makes things any better," Chuck said, "I've never seen or heard of the woman until right now. It's not like she hung around or anything."
That didn't make Sam feel any better.
Sam went home. Showered. And with a fresh cup of coffee in hand, she signed on to the Internet from the laptop on her kitchen counter.
Sherry Mahon was in the past. Fifteen years past. She couldn't hold Kyle responsible for something he'd done as a kid. Something he'd done after she'd broken up with him.
Of course, then she'd gone back and blubbered all over him and begged him to return her ring and he'd never said a word. Not even later, when the woman had told him they were going to be parents.
Kyle and Sherry Mahon.
Not Kyle and Samantha Jones. And then there was his wife. Amy--the young girl he'd married just months after that final breakup, just months after Sam got her uniform and badge. He'd been twenty, on the rebound, and determined to have the type of life he wanted. A farm life. With a farm wife.
In her entire life, Samantha had slept with only one man. Kyle Evans. He, on the other hand, had screwed multiple women. Maybe he still did. How would she know? Hell, she'd practically lived in his back pocket before his marriage and she hadn't known what was going on then. How in the hell would she know what he did with his penis these days?
Anhydrous ammonia. Concentrate, Sam. Focus. You're looking for methamphetamine ingredients. Mostly household chemicals like phosphorous and anhydrous ammonia, substances common to particular trades. Like truck driving. And farming. Both were prevalent in
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