Waves of Reckoning (The Montclair Brothers)

Waves of Reckoning (The Montclair Brothers) by Terri Marie

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    The driver picked up his pace, but not by much. An ATM machine was located on the side wall of the lobby. Tyler already knew the price of the ticket. As the driver stood in line, he withdrew six hundred and eighty dollars, which would cover both the cost of the ticket and the cab fare.
    The driver finally handed him the ticket, took his cash and headed for the doors.
    Tyler found a place to wait for his flight to be announced. Standing behind the escalator, he had a clear view of anyone who came in or out of the building. So far so good , he thought. When his flight was announced, Tyler followed several people through the security check points and boarded the plane. Thankfully the seat next to him was empty. He had no desire to make small talk with anyone.
    An hour and twenty minutes later, the plane touched down. Tyler walked over to the rental agency and rented a car with his credit card. He had no choice, but that was okay. He had a good head start on his brothers, and even if they followed him, he’d be done with Sebastian by the time they caught up with him. Angelique wasn’t a concern either, because she couldn’t call and warn the man that he was going to get a visitor from his past.
    Tyler rented the first vehicle they had available. As the Impala was pulled around back, he was directed to a side door that exited onto a lot. He took the keys from the attendant, and followed the signs to Lakeshore Boulevard, which would take him to Lake View Drive, right where he needed to be. It was difficult for him to follow the speed limit, but he certainly didn’t need to get pulled over and delay his plans for God knows how long. He turned on the radio and scanned through the stations to find one broadcasting the news. Finally he got lucky. “No verdict yet, for Robert Preston,” announced the woman on the radio. “We’re live at the courthouse in Southfield, and we’ll be bringing you the latest news as soon as it becomes available.” Tyler turned it off. He wanted to be there beside Renee and his family. But taking care of Sebastian now, would save them from any future harm the man could, and would, cause. Still, the guilt ate away at him.
    When Tyler reached the city of Castle Lake, he continued up to what was left of the Montclair Estate. Some of the charred field stones remained, but other than that, the house was nothing more than piles of cinders. Even the ground was black, where there was once thick brush. Tyler could see over the pile of rubble to the back of the property. He pulled over to the side of the road and searched for the balcony. It was gone. He was grateful that he’d never have to see it again. Hopefully the big lake had carried it far, far away. If only it could have carried my father out there, never to be seen again, Tyler thought, and then stepped on the accelerator.
    When he reached the neighborhood of small, white, row houses, Tyler pulled off into the trees and climbed out of the car. As he stared at the houses, he wondered which one his mother had lived in? In reality, he knew very little about her past. The stuff he’d found out after her death, made his stomach turn. His own grandparents were willing to resort to blackmail. Tyler tucked his hands in his pockets and walked through the trees, down to the sandy beach. The waves were strong and loud, and he had to stay a good distance away from the rocks or he’d get soaked.
    Some women and a few children stared at him when he walked past. He didn’t look up for very long as he continued down along the water’s edge. About a mile further, the water became a little calmer, and the huge rocks weren’t as plentiful. Tyler remembered what Angelique had told him about the cabin being in the woods and hard to see, so he left the beach and walked amongst the large, thick trees.
    While searching, Tyler had no idea what his reaction would be when he laid eyes on the man who’d caused nearly two decades of pain and trauma. All he knew

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