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Broken Lullaby
Pamela Tracy
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To Patricia Osback—my sister-in-law, a terrific
writer, a dedicated mother and a valued friend—
who took me to the small town that became Broken
Bones in my imagination and spawned three books.
Thank you for answering all my questions. And to
Auralie Stegall—my aunt, a terrific keeper of family
memories—who welcomed me to the family and
introduced me to the Osback history.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
ONE
Four days, eight hours, twenty-two minutes.
That’s how long it had been since Mitch Williams pulled the trigger and killed a man.
Two days, five hours, twelve minutes.
That’s how long Mitch had been holed up in the isolated cabin he’d purchased on a whim almost six months ago. Thanks to the locale, he hadn’t had any visitors.
He didn’t want any visitors.
But he had one now.
The whrrr of an engine and the crunch of tires had left the road and headed up Mitch’s drive. He did what he always did when he heard an unexpected noise. He checked to make sure his gun was nearby. Then, he got mad at himself.
He couldn’t remember the last time he hadn’t treated his gun the way he treated his wallet and watch—as items to always have either on his person or nearby. His watch was on his wrist. His wallet was on the nightstand by the bed. His gun? His gun was in Phoenix, tagged as evidence in an officer-involved shooting.
He was the officer. He’d done the shooting.
And now he was on administrative leave that the attorney general, Melody Griffin-Smith, kept referring to as a much needed vacation. Unfortunately, Mitch kept hearing the unspoken word permanent before the spoken word vacation.
He slowly stood, leaving the safety of the all-terrain vehicle he’d been tinkering with. Climbing from an old blue truck was one of the few people who just might be able to cajole him out of his funk. If anyone knew about injustice, it was Eric Santellis. Eric had been born into a major crime family, yet managed to turn into one of the most self-assured, content Christian men Mitch had ever encountered—even after serving years in a penitentiary for a crime he hadn’t committed.
Mitch set down his wrench, wiped grease from his fingers and grinned for the first time in days—four days, eight hours and thirty-six minutes.
“I wondered if you’d be here. I still can’t believe you bought this place!” Eric yelled out.
“And I can’t believe you didn’t stop me.”
“Stop you? I think it’s great. A place in the wild is what you need. Especially now. I heard what happened. Man, I—”
Mitch held up a hand. “I’m not at liberty to talk about it.”
Eric nodded and studied the cabin once again. “So, what have you done to the place so far?”
“Not a thing. I think the old sheriff hired a dump truck to come load everything up and cart it off. There’s nothing left.”
“Good thing. My sister used to complain about what a mess this place was.” Eric checked his watch. “She’s due to arrive any time.”
Mitch raised an eyebrow. “You found Mary?”
Eric nodded. “The private detective called last week. He found her in Florida. I’ve spoken to her twice now.”
“What did you say to her?”
“I told her I’d help her, told her that things were different now, told her both God and I loved her.”
It must have been quite a phone call. Mitch didn’t know Mary Graham personally, but if she were a typical career criminal’s wife, not to mention the typical daughter of a local crime lord, she’d be a woman who didn’t trust anybody easily.
Including her brother Eric or God. “She believed you?”
“She says being on the run isn’t healthy for Justin. He isn’t anywhere long enough to make friends. I’ve already spoken with her caseworker. It won’t be easy, but Mary has a few things on her side.”
Mitch managed to keep his expression neutral. He had no sympathy for wives,
