cry?â
âNot just any teenage boyâmy big brother. Nobody ever made you cry. You didnât even cry when Daddy left.â
âYou were ten years old. What do you remember about it?â
âI remember you didnât cry. You said the hell with him. Weâd be just fine.â
Guess she didnât hear me cry myself to sleep that night. Or the night after that. Or the night after that. Finally, I forced my thoughts back to Claire. âDo me a favor and get over it already. I mean, sheâs not going to make me cry again, okay? I promise. I wonât let her.â All these years I thought Rhonda had just been jealous of the pampered princess.
âGood. Because Iâd hate to have to kill her.â She punched me on the arm. She then smiled and stood up. âYou need to get up and get going.â
âGoing where?â
She jammed her hands on her hips. âDoing whatever private investigators do. You told Tatum youâd start today.â
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CHAPTER 7
Well, that would certainly teach me to never down another bottle of Jim Beam. I showered, then stumbled into the kitchen, where Rhonda had a fresh pot of coffee waiting. âSo, when did I agree to this?â I fixed myself a cup of coffee, straight black, and carried it over to the table.
Rhonda was prepping mystery meat for the Crock-Pot. Bless her heart. âSomewhere near the end of the bottle.â
âWhat exactly did I agree to? Did we talk fees or anything?â I did, after all, have to make a living.
Rhonda turned around and stared at me. Her hands were covered with a variety of spices. âYou really donât remember, do you?â
I remembered mouthwatering ribs and said a quick prayer I hadnât agreed to take this case for food.
âYou told them youâd do it pro bono; I mean, considering the insurance angle and all.â
I stared at her. âWhat insurance angle?â
She sighed, turned back to the sink, and washed her hands, then sat down at the table with me. âAs long as Ryceâs death is declared a suicide, his life insurance wonât pay a dime. Tatum will be able to collect survivors benefits, but ⦠the house, Tatumâs medical insurance, all of that still has to be paid.â
âRyce didnât have mortgage disability insurance?â
She shook her head. âEverything was tied into his life insurance. Tatumâs his beneficiary, but it doesnât pay in the event of suicide. The mortgage was in Ryceâs name and Burke, in his condition, canât qualify for a loan to assume it.â
I took a long drink of coffee. âHis condition shouldnât have anything to do with qualifying for a loan. That would be discriminatory.â
âNot his physical condition ⦠he canât afford it. For what the house and the land would appraise for now, heâd have to put nearly half down to get the payments low enough so they wouldnât have to struggle.â
I scratched at my head, remembering the conversation Burke and I had at the diner. âBurke told me at Dunbarâs whatever my fee was, heâd pay it. He said they werenât oil barons, but they werenât hurting, either.â
âHeâs a proud man, Gypsy. He only told me because he asked me to help him find an affordable medical plan for Tatum.â
âDoes Tatum know all this?â
She shook her head. âTo Tatum, itâs all about restoring his dadâs honor. Burke hasnât told him they may have to move. Itâs the only home Tatumâs ever known. He was born there.â
I finished my coffee, got up and poured another cup, then returned to the table. âMaybe moving wouldnât be such a bad idea. Every time he looks out that kitchen window, I can only imagine what he sees.â
She stared at me a moment then sighed heavily. âGypsyâIâm not telling you how to run your business, but canât you
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