CHAPTER TWELVE
The week went by, but Rick’s family never called. Just like a Waterman. Alison was more relieved than disappointed. She already had her hands full running around town to her five different banks accumulating cash and gift cards, and had decided she wasn’t going to the funeral. At least now she had a good reason without looking bad.
It appeared as though Rick’s cellmate wasn’t going to call her, either. But then at 7:05 on a very quiet Friday evening the phone burst to life. Alison picked it up on the first ring.
“Hello.”
“You’re Alison?”
“Yes. Is this Stuart?”
“Right. They gave me a message you wanted me to call.”
“Yes. Thanks for calling. I ...I just wanted to ask you a couple of things about Rick.”
“Sure,” Stuart said. “Go ahead.” He sounded more relaxed now.
“Can
