Buried (Bone Secrets, #3)(86)

“And she met up with Hinkes that way? That’s implying Hinkes was still in association with the governor back then…or whatever position he held at that time.”

“Why would the governor maintain a relationship with a scumbag he prosecuted? Especially a potentially murdering scumbag?” Mason was afraid to let his brain follow the possibilities presented by that train of thought.

Ray’s brain zipped right up the path. “Because he needed someone to do some sort of dirty work.”

“And he exchanged it for getting him off the murder charge,” Mason finished. Fuck. “This isn’t a TV show. Shit like that doesn’t happen in real life.”

“It shouldn’t,” agreed Ray. “But we have to look at this.”

Mason glanced at his speedometer and saw he was over the speed limit by twenty-five miles per hour. He let up on the gas, his leg aching to push harder. “I don’t like this theory.”

“It’s making my stomach cringe. This is our f*cking governor. The people in this state are crazy about him. He seems to be a great guy.”

“Well, people thought the same about Ted Bundy.”

“Governor Brody isn’t a serial killer.”

“No, but I think he might have hung out with one.”





The sky was barely lightening as Michael and Chris drove up the long, winding driveway to the governor’s mansion. It looked like a manicured park. There were tall fir trees and flawless grassy slopes with large, artfully arranged boulders that looked like they’d always been part of the landscape. The huge Tudor house came into sight, and Chris craned his neck to see the entire home.

“I can’t believe one of them made it this far.”

Michael smiled. “They’ve both done real well. They’re naturals for politics.”

“I remember.”

“How much have you followed them?”

Chris shrugged. “Here and there. I’d go through spurts and follow them online quite a bit for a few months. Then tell myself to not pay attention. That’d work for a while until one of them did or said something that got the press’s attention.”

“Yeah, they’re pretty good at that.” Michael studied his brother. “How long did you hold on to the politics dream?”

Chris snorted. “That vanished immediately. I never even considered it when I came back. The thought of all that spotlight made me want to puke. I did everything I could to stay off camera when they found me and continued that for years. I didn’t want someone saying, ‘Hey, you don’t really look like Chris.’ That was my biggest fear. That I would be found out, break my parents’ hearts, and then he would find out. He’d destroy everyone if he knew I still lived. I’d lose my parents and your parents and you permanently.”

“Christ.”

“That’s a heavy load for a kid to carry,” Chris said. “I’m lucky I’m not too crazy. Just a little reserved.”

Michael raised a brow at his brother. Reserved? Chris gave him a sarcastic half grin that speared him in the heart. It was eerily familiar yet unknown at the same time.

They’d lost so much time.

“You’re a f*cking hermit.”

“Jesus, watch your mouth.” Chris checked the backseat. Brian was still deep in the sleep of the very young.

Kids could sleep through anything.

“I was kidding. I know full well what I’ve done to my life,” said Chris.

“You need to change it. You’ve got a kid who deserves to know his family. And we need to know him.”

“I’m making the change. Once the ghost is gone, I’ll bring Brian to meet everyone.”

“What if we don’t find the ghost? What if he slips away? Are you going back to living under a rock? That’s no life for a kid. Shit, that’s no life for anyone.”

“I’m done hiding,” Chris stated simply. He held Michael’s gaze.

Michael stopped at a pole with a keypad and rolled down his window. “Better be. I’m not letting you go again,” he muttered. He punched a six-digit code into the pad. A rolling gate with bars slid across the driveway.

The home was a tall two-story sprawling mansion. The driveway circled in front of the elegant entrance, but Michael veered sharply to the left and down a slope that angled to the back of the house. There was a basement level below the home, built into the slope.

“That’s the garage? Below the house?”

Michael nodded. “There’s room for a good ten vehicles under the house.”

“You have the code?”

“I’ve been barging in here for the last four years. Uncle Phil hosted a hell of a birthday party for me at the mansion last year. Security is very tight. He has a full-time bodyguard-slash-personal assistant, but family has all the codes.” Except you.

Chris didn’t say anything. Michael suspected he was experiencing the same odd disconnected feeling that he was. Chris was his brother…but he wasn’t. He was part of his family…but he wasn’t.

The man had missed out on a lot.

Did he want to be fully embraced back into their high-profile family?

“It’s gonna be a big deal in the press.” Michael didn’t expand.

“I know,” Chris said quietly.