#TeaserTuesday: The Good Son

 Last Thursday, I revealed the title, cover, and release plan for Dartmoor Book X, Lord Have Mercy, part one of which drops next month! You can read more about that here. 

Now that I'm no longer keeping all the details secret, I can share a bit more about Alex, the "good son" introduced in part one. His last name, Bonfils, quite literally means "good son," and he's tried very hard to be one. Not necessarily a good son to Remy, but he sees his lineage as fatally flawed, and he'd hoped to correct that through action - specifically his career choice. Obviously, he has a lot to learn, about his brother, and the world at large. 

Alex had intended to gloat a little. But now, he sighed. His voice sounded weary to his own ears. “Why are you meeting with the New Orleans president of the Lean Dogs motorcycle club?”

“How do you know he is the president of the Lean Dogs motorcycle club?”

“Fair enough. You answer mine, first, and then I’ll answer yours.”

Dandridge hesitated a moment – and then let out a deep, deep breath, and turned to lean back against the support pillar, arms folded, head tipped back so he could regard the stars from beneath his hat bill. “You’re the spitting image of your old man, just like the other two.”

“Yeah.”

“Did you think you could come to town and no one would recognize you?”

“Not really, no. But I didn’t know the cops would.”

“Not all of us do,” Dandridge said. “But I knew Remy. He was a good man.”

Alex had known he was tense – but hadn’t known how tense until now, when the tension snapped like a band stretched too far, and left him hollow and deflated inside. He turned, and mirrored Dandridge’s pose, without aid of a post to lean against; his back was to the open water, black and unknowable, waiting to swallow him whole if he lost his balance.

“How good can a man be if he raised one son to be a killer, and didn’t raise the other two at all?”