Beastly Winter — Chapter 8

Snow mixed with sleet spattered the windshield, trickling down to pool along the bottom. Ian Zellner twisted the wiper knob and was instantly annoyed by the clacking of the blades.

The hell with Will Harris. Did the Sheriff really believe he couldn’t handle a lowlife like Lance Thompson? Ian surely didn’t need backup from a puke like Dale Branscom.

Buffeting the vehicle, wind sang through the leaking rubber seal of the rear window just behind his head. His anger heated the interior, and the wraparound glass in front of him turned opaque. Ian reached a hamlike hand, prodded the control lever to defrost. Snowfall was ending, so he shut off the wipers before falling back in the seat.

His thoughts switched to Jenny.

Simple and true, Jennifer Allen had quit putting out. Ian wasn’t sure yet what to do about that can of worms. First, he’d been passed over for promotion, and now the little slut was becoming Miss High and Mighty. Did she know he’d been shafted? She might think she was too good now. He’d show her different, quick.

Like Daddy always said, more’n one way to skin a twat.

He pulled up the Thompson’s drive, parked, but left the motor running, watching the house. If Lance came out blasting, he would just as soon not be standing still. After leaning on the horn several…