Rag and Bone by Joe Clifford (Jay Porter #5)
English | 2019 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB | 1.5 Mb
Rag and Bone : Having spent ten months on the run after he was framed for the murder of an estate-clearing associate, handyman Jay Porter returns to his hometown of Ashton, New Hampshire. During his time as a fugitive, he searched for a hard drive–evidence that would put his longtime nemeses Adam and Michael Lombardi behind bars. But he came up empty handed.
He has nothing. No hard drive, no hope. He hasn’t spoken to his ex-wife and son in almost a year and he’s broke. With his reputation tarnished and employment opportunities nonexistent, Jay takes a charity assignment from old friend/flame Alison Rodgers and learns of a fire at Alison’s former rehab farm. Jay is convinced that the Lombardis started a fire as a scare tactic to pressure Alison to sell. As Jay begins to look into the origins of the fire, he hopes he will finally be able to put away his enemies. But he soon discovers that evil isn’t so easy to define, and that sometimes we need to take the law into our own hands if we want justice.
“A couple troublemakers. Brothers, cousins. Unclear. Did time though. Assorted criminal activity. In Russia. State Department got involved. It’s a mess.”
I swatted my hat and stood to go. “Glad it all worked out.”
Turley hopped up, or as much as a man that size could hop, hand on cuffs. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“You said you found the guys who killed Owen Eaton?”
“We did. But that doesn’t explain where you have been for the past ten months. There’s an APB out for your capture.”
“There was an APB. There’s not now. I’m not wanted for anything, am I?”
“I’ve got some questions. Grab some pine, bub.”
“Did you just call me ‘bub’?”
“Ten months, Jay. Ten months. Vanished. Gone. Without a trace. No contact with anyone. Including your son.” He knew that would hurt. And it did. Not talking to Aiden for almost a year was the hardest thing I’d ever done. He held up both hands, showcasing all ten of his porky links, mouthing the word “ten” to hammer the point home.
“I can count without using fingers, Turley. What do you want me to say? Sorry I didn’t know you were looking for me? I was out of state, man. You got the real killers. Where’s the crime? Being a bad dad? Yeah, I’m guilty. But you can’t arrest me for that.”
“For not paying your child support, I can.”
“My ex and I have a verbal agreement. And I doubt Jenny would pursue it.”
“You must be real proud of that.”
I bit the inside of my cheek. Losing my temper wouldn’t help. My lack of contact with Jenny and my boy shamed me to the core. I’d always stayed up to date on my child support payments. No matter how bad finances got, no matter how well off my ex now was—I’d always pay for my child.”