Chapter 7Edith drove her rickety service truck used when gathering and hauling food and produce to The Beacon. Everything squeaked and jiggled like it might fall apart at any moment.
“No one will rip off this old piece of crap.” She was an amazing woman and would probably drive an eighteen-wheeler to haul larger amounts of donated food if she had one.
“It's that bad down there?”
Edith only glanced at her with a look of apprehension. “So you and Joe had a tiff over him keeping secrets about the inmate, huh?”
“Not exactly a tiff. He only now told me she used to visit his studio, and that he photographed her for his exposé.”
“That was before she got into trouble.”
“The photo the police showed that Yates guy was the centerpiece of the entire exhibition.”
Once Yates was conscious, the po
