After Keyon tucked his guns into his pockets, he explained his plans to Zane. The bodyguards drove away, scowling. He didn’t care what they thought. As far as Keyon was concerned, he looked forward to being alone. He needed time to think, and the mountains were an excellent place to do that and clear his head.

     Keyon carried his overnight luggage into the main house. In the entryway stood an older woman in her sixties.

“Cletus’s housekeeper?” Keyon ...