CHAPTER NINE
Connie drove into the raggedy driveway the following night.
The rickety, shingled home leaned to one side because of shifting dirt and rot.
Connie looked through her window at the thick bushes in case someone planned to jump out at her. With her stare planted on the house’s lopsided porch, she got her cell phone and dialed Jolie.
“Hey,” Jolie said. “You at the place?”
“Yep.” Connie took her keys out the ignition.
“There’s nothing on Hearth Street but old c***k houses. Why would he send you there?”
“Wants me to go upstairs and get a briefcase.”
“I told you not to go.”
“I have to or the woman is dead.”
“What if he’s bluffing?”
“What if he’s not?” Connie switched the phone to her other ear as it beeped. “I think he’s calling now. I’ll call you when I’m done.”
“Okay, b
