Matty Dove had 18 months to try and find a buyer for her late grandmother's lighthouse. A buyer who, she hoped, would not only buy the lighthouse, but love the village so much that they would invest time and money into saving the community. In 18 mo...
Jackson Lamont ordered the rental's bluetooth to call Cameron Penny, as he drove off the parking lot of the Parson's Pond Club and onto the highway, north.
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"Mr. Lamont?"
"Have you taken care of our problem?"
"What problem is that?"
"Don't fuck with me, Penny. I am not in the fucking mood.
Now have you dealt with that dyke, Angie Harris?"
The phone went silent.
"You there, Penny?"
"Yes Sir."
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"Well, is she taken care of?"
"What do you want me to do?" Cameron asked, hoping not to hear what he was sure he would hear.
"Do I have to spell it out for you? I want her taken care of. I want her to disappear. I want her to not be around."
"You want me to kill her," Cameron almost whispered.
"Ding, ding, ding. Give the man a kewpie doll," Jackson snapped sarcastically.
He then realized he had aped one of Calvin Parsons' sayings.
"Fucking hillbillies."
"What?"
"Look Penny. Just take care of this Harris woman. She knows too much. And when that is done, I want you on a plane out of the country."
