“So, there’s no connection between the three of them?”
“Nothing.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah, it makes whoever is doing it damn near impossible to catch unless they make a mistake. It’s freaking everyone in town out because no one knows who could be next. Keep an eye out. If you see anything, call.”
“I will.”
Sutton had seen the worried frowns on both men. Everyone in town was in danger until the killer was caught. The men had families they wanted to protect, but how could they do that with an invisible assailant?
Logan ran up to Holly. “Can I have something to drink?”
She reached into the ice cooler, taking out a bottled water and handing it to him.
“Thanks, Holly.”
The pretty woman let the boy climb onto her lap.
“He’s getting too big for that,” Greer said, reaching into the cooler for another beer.
Sutton saw Holly throw him an icy look as her arms wrapped around the five-year-old little boy.
“No, he’s not.”
“You’re going to make him a sissy.”
“Do you even listen to the crap coming out of your mouth?”
Greer took a drink of his beer before responding to the angry woman. “It’s the truth. If it wasn’t for me, the boy wouldn’t even know how to put his pants on one leg at a time.”
“Holly, you’re holding me too tight,” Logan whined, jumping down off her lap when she loosened her hold.
“Go ask Aunt Rachel if she has any more grape salad,” Holly urged him.
When he ran into the house, she glared at Greer. Neither tried to hide the antagonism between them. Sutton didn’t know if she should intercede or get Tate, who was fishing with Cash.
“The only opinion that matters to me is Dustin’s. Yours, fortunately, doesn’t count.”
“I’ve told Dustin that he needs to send your ass packing,” he sneered.
“How’s that working out?” she retorted.
“He said Logan’s too attached for you to leave.” Greer crushed the empty beer can in his hand. “I told him you’re going to disappear, anyway, when your boyfriend gets out of jail next month.”
Holly’s face whitened, filling with hurt. Sutton remembered Tate telling her that Holly and her ex-boyfriend had broken into a law office to find out information on Logan’s biological mother. Diamond hadn’t pressed charges against Holly, but the ex had gone to prison.
“I haven’t had any contact with Mitch, and I don’t plan to. You know that. You’re just being mean, Greer. I’ve apologized over and over for not going to the sheriff when Samantha died. I was trying to protect Logan.”
“You were trying to protect your own ass.”
Holly’s tearful gaze shied away from hers. Sutton could tell she was embarrassed by Greer talking openly in front of her.
“Cut it out, Greer,” Dustin said, coming out of the house and walking to stand behind Holly, placing a hand on her shoulder.
“She worked in Diamond’s office for months. I’ve told you not to trust her, little brother. You’re going to find out the hard way that she’s a snake in the grass.” Greer reached into the cooler for another beer.
“That’s your third one,” Holly spoke up when he opened it and took a drink.
He raised a brow at her, drinking all of it then crushing it in his hand again.
“You should have one. You might actually learn how to have a good time.”
“I’ll pass.”
“Thought you would. You couldn’t loosen up if you had a six-pack.”
“If you’re so interested in me having a good time, why don’t you leave? That would make my day.”
Greer’s mouth snapped open. From his expression, his reply was going to be ugly.
“Don’t do it,” Dustin warned. “I’m getting tired of the way you treat Holly. You don’t have the right to throw her breaking into Diamond’s office in her face when you were the one who planted that evidence on Knox to take the suspicion off me when Samantha died. We all made mistakes.”
“Mine didn’t involve kid-snatching.”
Holly stood up with Logan’s bottled water in her hand. Sutton gaped as she flung it in Greer’s shocked face. He started toward her, but Dustin blocked him.
“Settle down. You deserved it.”
Greer pointed his finger at Holly. “One day.”
“I’m sooo scared. You big ape, why don’t you go get your caveman club and scratch your ass with it? That is, if you can find it. Let me show you where it is.” Holly was shaking in fury as she reached out to pat his cheek.
Sutton admired her for standing her ground against the formidable man.
Greer nearly knocked Dustin down trying to reach Holly. They barreled into the picnic table, and Rachel flew out of the house with a gun in her hand.
Sutton hastily jumped up from the picnic table, ready to scream her lungs out in terror when Rachel took aim, firing it at Greer. Stunned, she could only watch as bright yellow paint exploded on Greer’s shoulder.
“Shit! That hurt, Rach …” Greer practically fell, trying to move away from Dustin when Rachel shot another paintball at him, hitting him on his butt as he turned to run.