Chapter Fifteen
Gritting his teeth, Isaac headed for his brother’s car, the vicar following close behind. He’d have to tread carefully here, to make sure Matthew didn’t completely blow his top—he wouldn’t put it past him to march around to the houses of Tom, Carl, and John and knock their heads together. Or worse. He totally understood his brother’s anger—shared it, too—but the last thing they needed was to give the villagers another reason to distrust them. Dishing out violence would definitely do that.
He got in the car and immediately secured his seatbelt. Matthew’s driving could be erratic at the best of times, never mind when he was furious. He glanced into the back of the vehicle, glad to see the vicar had fastened his belt, too. He’d barely faced the front when the car lurched for
