Just a precaution, nothing more.
Speaking of precaution… “Hey, Mack,” Curtis whispered as he passed the end of the bar where Mack was wiping down a glass.
“S’up?” Mack asked, his eyebrows hidden in his scraggly hair.
“Call the Sheriff, would ya?”
Sawyer’s head snapped in his direction, but Curtis didn’t say a word. It was high time they put an end to this bullshit once and for all. And since Curtis had no intention of any of his boys spending time in jail or the hospital, he was going to make sure he got it taken care of.
Chapter Thirty Two
“I still can’t believe he cancelled. What are the odds?” Ethan asked Beau as they headed north. Back toward home.
“Think it’s a sign?” Beau asked with a chuckle.
“Hell no. You’re getting that tattoo.”
“Yeah?”
Before Ethan could respond to Beau’s comment, his cell phone rang. Grabbing it out of the cup holder, he barked a short greeting. “Walker.”
They were about half an hour outside of Austin, which meant they would hit Coyote Ridge in about forty five minutes. His phone had been blowing up with texts for the last twenty minutes or so but until now he’d done a good job of ignoring it.
“Where the fuck are you?” Zane growled.
“On the road,” Ethan said as calmly as he could muster. He wasn’t all that thrilled with being yelled at. “Why?”
“You need to get your ass home.”
“On the way. Again, why?” Ethan glanced over at Beau briefly.
“It’s Dad.”
Ethan sat up straight in his seat, the phone pressed painfully against his ear, every muscle in his body tensed. “What’s wrong?”
“Well, unless you consider the fact that Mom’s probably gonna kick his ass, nothing serious.”
“What the fuck! You scared the shit out of me, fucker. What’s going on with Dad?”
“You know how he’s like almost seventy?”
Ethan was getting frustrated with Zane. And his storytelling abilities weren’t rating all that high with him at the moment either. Knowing that talking wasn’t going to rush the situation any, Ethan kept his mouth shut.
“Well, Trav had to bail his ass out of jail this morning.”
“What?” Ethan nearly dropped his phone.
“What’s wrong?” Beau asked, reaching over to touch Ethan’s arm.
“Hell if I know,” Ethan told him as he hit the speaker button so Beau could possibly help him translate. “You’re on speaker. Beau’s here.”
“Yo, Beau! What’s up, man? Did you get that tat?”
“What the hell is going on?” Beau asked, completely ignoring Zane’s attempt at casual conversation.
“Well, Dad’s in jail. Or rather he was in jail. He’s out now. Sheriff Endsley’s at the house talking to him. Mom’s not too happy with him.”
“What did he do?” Ethan asked, speaking slowly in an attempt to rein Zane in.
“According to him, he snapped.”
“What the hell does that even mean?” Ethan asked Zane and glanced at Beau. “You’re gonna have to make this beast go faster.”
Beau nodded, and the engine roared as he accelerated.
“Zane, I need you to be serious here for a minute, bro,” Beau said calmly. “We’re about half an hour out, but we need to know what’s going on.”
“Well, that freak show Jimmy, yeah, well, he’s gonna have a headache this morning. Might even need some makeup to cover up the shiner he’s sporting.”
Ethan stilled instantly. Jimmy? As in Jimmy Reardon.
Keeping calm, Ethan said the following words very slowly. “What did Dad do?”
“I’ll have to let him tell you that part. I wasn’t there. But, I’m on my way to their house now to see him. Sawyer is fit to be tied, so I just wanted to give you a warning. Head on over there when you get back. I’ll let them know you’re on the way.”
Ethan nodded, realizing Zane couldn’t see him after it was too late and Zane had disconnected the call.
“You wanna call Sawyer?” Beau asked, his eyes focused on the road.
“Nah. We’ll hear about it soon enough.”
Twenty minutes later, Beau was pulling into the driveway of Ethan’s parents’ house. Neither of them wasted time getting out and heading inside. It wasn’t hard to find where the commotion was coming from because there were at least seven or eight towering males standing in the middle of the living room in what appeared to be a screaming match. Ethan couldn’t tell who was winning.