Bound to Forever - Book ll

Family History

This gets pretty wild to comprehend, because I'm nodding to another book I've written for RDR2, and I've tied it into this story, but it's also a fictional story inside of a fictional-fictional story. Lol. I just hope it makes sense. What matters is I had fun writing it. 

I hope you like it! 

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Simon's Point of View:

Soon, Johnny and I met Finley on the site of the burnt SUV, Johnny finishing off a bag of peach gummy candy he had gotten from the gas station. "I'm assuming this is your friend?" Finley questioned us.

"No, he and I are really married." Johnny replied, a slick smirk on his face, that same smirk spreading wider when he saw the glare I was shooting back at him.

"Oh, well I didn't expect that coming from a guy like him." Finley huffed.

"Because that's not true," I grumbled. "He's just being cheeky, but this is Johnny, the bastard I had the misfortune to serve with."

"He says that, but he's grateful," Johnny chuckled, extending his arm to shake Finley's hand. "Nice to meet you, mate."

"You, too."

"Want some?" He asked, offering the bag of peach rings to Finley.

"No, thanks."

"Missin' out."

"Yeah, on heart disease."

"What've you got on this?" I asked.

"Rancher checking his fences found it. The plates have been taken off. Likely since this was a rental car, they didn't want the proof to be found when it burned. Someone made an attempt to hide it in this brush, but the rain we got last night with the heavy wind from the valley exposed it, hence how the rancher saw it in the first place."

I nodded, taking the first initiative to start searching the area around the car, peeking inside to see the internal damage. Charred and burned until there was nothing left except for the seat frames and other metal attachments. "The fire didn't start in the engine or the fuel tank. The burns are the darkest in the center here, then it spread out."

"Can't even make out a partial V.I.N, L.T." Johnny sighed, using the pad of his thumb to wipe away the debris from the plate.

"I'll get Graves to run the V.I.N. He'll come up with faster results than any detective—"

"L.T., don't tell me he came back from the dead twice now," Johnny grumbled at me. "I already have enough surprises to deal with."

"Different Graves, Johnny. Believe me, I had the same thought, too."

"Well, it's safe to say that I don't trust anyone with the same last name as him."

"Me either."

"How'd it go at the bar, Riley?"

"South Americans got to Jennings before I did. Found him stashed in their trunk."

"Jesus," Finley sighed, shaking his head. "Wait a minute, you told me that you were at a dead-end, not a dead body! We've got to find these guys before they kill more of our leads."

"I know where you can find the South Americans, but I doubt they'll talk."

"Why not? I'm a good interrogator."

"Not that good."

"Fine, I get it," He sighed. "Where are the bodies now?"

"I got rid of them."