“Are you Angela Bell?”“Yes.”I don’t know if he picked it up, but I knew her well enough to hear the hard edge to her tone. I could see how h...im knowing her name would be upsetting, but considering he knew which house to drive up to, it wasn’t that big of a surprise.“You’re the legal guardian of Caspian Grey?”“Yes.”“I’m not sure if you’re aware, but there has been a lot of commotion over the last few days. The town administration has been put under temporary federal jurisdiction, after many local. A sleek black gun. Her slender manicured fingers carress the trigger as she uses the other hand to attach a silencer."Now let me explain how this is going to go down. You are going to do as I say when I say and how I say otherwise I have direct orders to put a cap in you." Through her entire threat, that sweet, innocent smile doesn't move.I can't tear my eyes away from the hard metal of the barrel as she lays it at her feet besides the bag. Then she reaches back into the bag and empties its. He was still in knots too about taking Noreen and the girls back to Crossroads. They weren’t going to hear much good about him, what if they began to hate him, he didn’t want that. Not from them. For the first time he began to wonder if Harley had ever had such doubts about going home…but even as he wondered, he knew it was a foolish thing to think. Harley had never been afraid of anything in his life, neither had Dean. It was Leigh who saw the truck first. ‘Waylon, is that them?’ Following her. “Sure, but you know what the thought of rangy truck drivers does for me. It does it for you too. That’s why we spend so much time in here watchin’ them coming and going.”The rig driver had reached the door and entered the café and, after taking one long look at the young guys at the front table, turned and brushed past Kevin and Donnie’s table on the way to one nearer the back.“Afternoon, Kevin,” he muttered as he passed the table. He raised the tip of his hat, although he didn’t actually look.