CHAPTER 9
I scan every car on the way back to the SUV, my head swimming with information, but I don’t see anyone sitting in the driver’s seats. Good. Jeff has no reason to believe I stayed here, but it’s nice to verify that the area is free of hired guns.
I slide into the passenger seat, the slamming of the door echoing though the lot.
Rooster looks my way. “What’s she need?” he asks.
“Thirty thousand to pay off her husband’s debts, but I imagine she can file bankruptcy.”
“Bankruptcy ain’t an option.” He puts the SUV in gear and starts out of the lot.
“Why the hell not?” I pull the ball cap off my head and shove it in the glove box. “She needs a job, not charity. She needs a way to make it on her own. And from the questions you had me asking, it seems like you want to give her the mo
