Jack & Coke (The Uncertain Saints Book 2) by Lani Lynn Vale Page B

Griffin deal with it, while he walked straight into Lenore’s shop like he owned the place.
    “I need to talk to you,” he said, not saying a word to Lenore.
    Lenore watched Mig walk up to me, then snickered when Mig grabbed my arm and took me to the back room.
    The squishy thing in my hand was probably ruined as I squeezed it to death out of sheer nervousness.
    “Mig,” I started hesitantly.
    He slammed the back room’s door closed, and then turned to me, studying my face.
    “Your ex died last night,” he said softly.
    My brows rose.
    “Really?” I asked.
    I wasn’t sure why I wasn’t freaking out.
    I mean, I was married to Ross for two years before our divorce was finalized.
    But I couldn’t find it in me to be surprised or even upset.
    Sure, it was sad, but Ross’ death seemed like it’d happened long ago to me, rather than just last night.
    “Yeah,” Mig confirmed.
    “How?” I asked.
    I really should be freaking out.
    “I sent Casten on the hunt for him after you brought the purses to my attention. He found him the night before last and finally confronted him,” Mig said, leaning his back against the counter. “Ross got spooked, scared he would lose the good thing he had going, and he went to the supplier that was giving him the drugs to sell. The supplier felt that he was a loose end that needed tying up, so he shot him twice in the chest at the state park.”
    I blinked.
    “He was dealing drugs with my purses?” I gasped.
    I mean, I’d thought he was doing something bad, but it was more like I thought he was just stealing them from people and then selling those to the drug dealers. But no, not Ross.
    When he fucked up, he fucked up royally.
    No easing into the waters for him.
    He was more of a cannon ball type of person.
    Then a thought occurred to me.
    “How do you know all of this?” I asked carefully.
    Mig grimaced, lacing his hands over the top of his head and hunching in slightly on himself.
    “To explain this to you, I have to tell you why, exactly, I started putting guards on you in the first place,” he said slowly.
    My brows rose to my hairline.
    “You mean, I’m mature enough to know important facts about things that directly involve me?” I said facetiously . “That’s interesting.”
    He gave me a droll look.
    “Do you remember the note you were clutching the night you got hurt?” He asked.
    My eyes narrowed, and I thought back to the night I’d been knocked out with the piece of wood.
    “No,” I hesitated. “I don’t remember a note at all, why?”
    He pulled out his phone, and started pressing buttons on the screen before he turned it around and showed me.
    I admired what had to be Mig’s new phone before the note on the screen stole my attention.
    I read the note, my eyes widening.
    “Holy shit!” I gasped. “So how does that note connect to Ross?”
    “There was a note with Ross’ body. It said three words: Your fault, too ,” Mig explained tiredly. “The handwriting on this note matches the one that you were holding on to that night. They’re identical.”
    I pursed my lips.
    “And do you know who the man is that wrote the note?” I asked, intrigued.
    Mig nodded.
    “Liam Cornell.”
    The world dropped out from under my feet.
    I placed my hand over my mouth, but the words were out before I could stop them.
    “I told you so!”
    I was mature like that.
    Mig’s grin flashed.
    “Yeah, you did, didn’t you?”
    I nodded.
    “So how do you know for sure that that was him?” I asked.
    “I didn’t piss anyone else off lately,” he said dryly.
    I pursed my lips.
    “So what are we going to do now?” I asked.
    “We aren’t going to do anything. I’m going to take him down with whatever means possible,” he countered.
    I snorted.
    “So this was why you refused to see me anymore?” I asked bluntly.
    He frowned.
    “I told you last night…you might not remember…” he started.
    I held up my hand. “Oh, I remember everything.”
    He raised his