Jason's POV
"Honestly, Mrs..." I started to say, but the feisty older woman who had my arm in a death grip interrupted me.
"Alice! Everyone calls me Alice. My husband was a deadbeat in life; I refuse to be connected to him in death too." The way she spoke, so matter of factly, had me hiding a smile.
"I bet you she killed him," Archer chuckled, taking a liking to the older woman.
"What gave it away, buddy? Her smile as she said he was dead, or the skip in her step." I laughed, letting the woman turn me around to face her; with a final look, I watched the redhead disappear into the distance with the insolent prick. Archers whining, distracting me from Alice.
Turning my attention back to a waiting Alice, embarrassment crossed my features, noticing the knowing look on her f
