Chapter 14: Some Answers

“Dolores Holton.”

Hank spat on the floor. “I don’t want to hear nothing about that slut. Heard she got knocked up.”

Grace wouldn’t deny or confirm that to this jerk. “Yeah? You cause that?”

He laughed his little paunch, the only fat on his body, wiggling ever so slightly. “Honey can’t get someone pregnant from 200 yards and I haven’t been that close for three months.”

“Does that make you mad?”

He tipped up his bottle of beer, never taking his eyes off of her. The bar had quieted for a moment then another mournful song about mom and trucks came on the jukebox. Guess it was a favorite since three people near her joined in an off-key accompaniment.

“You some investigator?”

“Nope. I think she’s in danger and I wondered if it was from you.”

“Nope. I’ve moved on as they say and this lady has more class. And more tits.”

If she had that much class why would she be with him? Grace cleared her throat. “Okay. Just checking.”