Somebody's Baby
Two Weeks Later
The South Carolina sky was black. His boots, jeans, T-shirt, all black. They matched Adam Burdett's silent, gleaming Harleyand his mood.
He narrowed his eyes at the simple frame house before him. Though he had grown up around Mt. Knott, this part of the small town was unfamiliar to him. His family had tended to keep to their fancy homes outside of town and didn't interact much with others.
"Bad for business," his father had said. Better to draw a distinct line between employees or potential employeeswhich is how they saw everyone in townand friends. Never ask a personal question. Never commit anything more than a name and face to memory. Never offer more than the job description spelled out on paper. "You do those things," the old man had warned his sons while they stood in the office of his snack food factory, "and it m ... read full excerpt from Somebody's Baby ebook