Enough about Greg and Justin for a few days. 😀 Here’s a bit from the next book that I’ll actually publish, Deserted to Death, Jamie Brodie Mystery #19. Coming in October.
Pete followed Steve outside. I turned to Kevin who was standing at the edge of the patio, his arms crossed, frowning at me. Behind him, Kristen was pacing. I said, “What the fuck?”
Kevin said, “This is unacceptable.”
I spread my hands. “I’m open to suggestions. But there’s nothing we can do about it, isthere? Other than calling the cops?”
Kristen was still pacing. “Maybe Jeff and Colin shouldn’t visit.”
Jeff and his eldest, my nephew Colin, were scheduled to visit next week, arriving the day after Kevin and Kristen left. I said, “Then the terrorists win.”
“True. But what if the attacks escalate?”
Pete came through the back door as she spoke. “They won’t.”
Kevin said, “You don’t know that.”
“No, but I can predict it. Whoever these people are, they’ve done the worst they can think of.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Kevin waved his hand in the general direction of town. “This county is loaded with right-wing Second Amendment fans. You can’t say that someone isn’t out there planning a drive-by.”
Pete scoffed. “Seriously? This is a small town. Nobody’s going to try anything like that.”
“You think shit like that doesn’t happen in a small town? You grew up in a small town. You know how unpleasant the local yokels can be.”
I’d inched my way to stand beside Kristen, and we watched as Kevin and Pete argued. It was a new experience for me. Finally Pete said, “You’re overreacting.”
Kevin wasn’t done. “And you’re sticking your head in the sand. Don’t be naïve. Did you think this rural county would be gay-friendly? Would happily live and let live? Would give you a pass because you’re Steve’s brother? What do you think?”
Pete was attempting patience, but I could tell he was gritting his teeth. “I. Think. That. It. Will. Be. Fine.”
Kevin stared at Pete for a minute, and I realized something that I never had before. I’d thought them equal in terms of intimidation factor, but I’d been wrong.
In a contest of wills, Kevin would always win.