33He waited on the corner, holding onto the wall with one hand, the crutch propped up next to him. Squeezing his groin with his free hand, the agony caused him to double-up. This was stupid; no strain, the doctor had said. Why the hell couldn't he just wait?
But Larry was past waiting; he no longer had the patience. He'd sat around for fifteen minutes, waiting for David to come and that was fifteen minutes too long. He needed answers now, so he'd made the decision and staggered around to Hannah's house. She was the only person who could have sent Mary the photographs. Either her, or her wastrel of a son. Whoever it was, Larry needed to know why. Hannah had made it abundantly clear that she wanted nothing more to do with him and he had tried, successfully, to get her out of his mind, so wh
