In Plain Sight (A Joe Pickett Novel)
C. J. Box
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A Joe Pickett novel from #1 New York Times-bestselling author C.J. Box.
When wealthy matriarch Opal Scarlett vanishes, Joe Pickett is sure one of her greedy sons did her in. But when Joe becomes the victim of violent pranks, he wonders if what's happening has less to do with Opal's disappearance than with the darkest chapter of his own past.
on you. He doesn’t know we’re friends.” “I’m not surprised,” Joe said. He’d suspected Pope might be investigating him on the sly. That was the way he operated. Again, Joe felt the politics of his job crushing down on him. It was not what he had signed on for. He was battling within a system he didn’t like or respect anymore. Robey said, “There are some things you’ve been involved in that probably won’t help you if this Pope guy digs too deeply. Like about Nate Romanowski? Or a certain Forest
front yard when he realized he was being watched. He froze, and felt the hair on his neck stand on end. He looked quickly at the road. There were no vehicles on it, and no one was parked. Wolf Mountain, still in shadow, loomed to the north, dominating the view. Then he felt more than saw something in his peripheral vision. Something big and black, hanging above the ground. Joe snapped his head to the side. Then to the other side. For a moment, he thought he was surrounded and he wished he’d
known that a lawyer like Meade Davis would change his story if he was offered enough money. That’s what Arlen did, that son-of-a-bitch. He got to Davis and either threatened him or sweetened the pot. Or both. Now Davis claims the ranch was supposed to go to Arlen after all. “I can’t keep up with the guy. All I can do is fortify my bunker,” Hank said morosely, gesturing around his own house. “He even convinced my daughter I was a bad man,” he said, his eyes getting suddenly misty. “That may be
where the river flooded the road and we nearly didn’t make it. Water came inside the truck . . . it was scary.” The school bus had another five miles to go before picking anyone else up on their way to Saddlestring. The three girls were trying to have a conversation but it was hard to hear because huge wiper blades squeaked across the windows and standing water sluiced noisily under the carriage of the bus. “I still don’t know why they’re having school,” Lucy said. “It’s stupid.” “For once I
trucks lined up on the far side of the lot and something sweet that he guessed was sagebrush. Even with the interstate highway humming behind him, there was an immense blanket of quiet off the road. The air was light and thin, and the terrain wide open as far as he could see. He felt exposed, like everybody who could see him would know why he was there, what he was up to. He thought of the herds of pronghorn antelope he had seen in the distance as the sun came up. Hundreds of them out there,