Chapter 41
Jacksonville, FL
WHEN THEY were in Mickey’s car and on Butler Boulevard pointed toward the river, Mrs. Bottoms said, “This whole thing is upsetting.”
“How so?” Mickey said.
“We, that is, his family, have missed out on so much of Chris’s life just because one stubborn old man had to have things his way and refused to answer questions.”
“That’s true, but looking back won’t help,” Mickey said.
“You’re right, of course, but I can tell you this much. The minute Arnold and I are in our room at the motel, I’ll be making a lot of phone calls.”
Mickey finally pulled up in the backyard. “Would you like to see the rest of the house?”
“Certainly,” she said.
“Follow me, then.”
Ted dashed ahead of them, once Mickey had unlocked the backdoor.
“I’ve got to take care of Bishop,” he sa
