“You’d be surprised.”
“I wonder if it was Sonny Copeland. I had a confrontation with him earlier yesterday morning. He was pretty mad at me.”
“Who’s that?”
“The slumlord. Maybe he’s trying to scare me so I’ll back off from getting him kicked out of the program. Hedidthreaten me.”
“Could be. One of my MC friends owns a security company. I’ll give him a call. I noticed that you only have standard locks on your windows and doors. You definitely need more than that, like motion lights, an alarm, and some heavy-duty locks.”
“How much does your friend charge?”
“He’ll give a discount. Don’t worry about it.”
“I know an alarm system is expensive, so I need to know the price before I commit, although I’d like the locks and motion lights.”
“I’ll get you some quotes. Are you at work?”
“I am. I was too jumpy to stay at home and obsess over everything. I keep thinking about Abe. I found out he has a brother, so I tracked him down. He could care less about what happened to Abe. Can you believe that? He told me his sisters don’t want any part of it either. He said to have the county and state pitch in to bury him, and then he hung up on me! I’m still reeling from the jerk’s cruel disregard for his brother. I can’t get over it.”
“Not all families care about each other.”
“I know, but I feel so bad for Abe. I wish there were something I could do.”
“A lot of the club members knew Abe. I’ll see if the MC wants to pick up the costs and give him a funeral.”
There was another long pause, and he heard her sniffling on the other end.
“Angie, what’s wrong?”
“I’m touched by your kindness,” she replied in a quivering voice.
“Don’t cry.” Crow wanted to reach through the phone and wrap his arms around her.
“I’m okay.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I can get emotional sometimes.”
“I know you cared about Abe.”
“I did,” she whispered.
“What time do you get off work?”
“Five o’clock. I’m going to my aunt and uncle’s house for dinner. My brothers will be there.”
“Are you going to tell them what happened?”
“Hell, no. My brothers would lock me in a convent until they found me a husband.” She chuckled.
“I’d have to break into the convent and rescue you. Not sure if I could survive an attack by Mother Superior.”
She howled. “You had nuns in grade school, right?”
“Guilty. You?”
“Up through high school—an all-girls school too.”