Jack
Its been barely a week since Rick was killed. The shooter hadn’t claimed any more victims and we were starting to get life figured out. Arthur and I had been put in charge of the garage, Mrs. Peters said it was Rick’s plan all along. He wanted his place to be ran by his best mechanic and his best friend. I was honored to say the least. Arthur has been struggling with the loss of Rick so I’ve been pretty much handling everything on my own.
I had almost completely forgotten about the call I made to my father. Losing Rick had been all consuming. So I wasn’t expecting the phone call I received as I headed home from the garage. The California number didn’t ring any bells when I answered the phone.
“Hello?” I asked.
“Hi,” said a female voice I didn’t recognize. “I got thi
