CHAPTER FOURTEENfive hours later…
When Fear came through the door he found Eureka and Anton sitting at the kitchen table. He took off his trench coat and hung it on the coat stand.
“You took care of that?” Eureka asked.
“Yeah,” he nodded. “Your mother?”
“I took her to the hospital. She’ll walk with a limp the rest of her life and her hand is permanently disfigured but she’ll be all right.”
“Where is she?”
“She’s upstairs asleep. Those pain killers knocked her out.”
Fear nodded and looked to Anton. “What’s up, baby boy? How’s that leg?”
“It’s alright,” he replied with a jaw full of his sandwich.
“Well, I don’t know about y’all but after the day I’ve had, I need a drink.” She excused herself from the table and headed down into the basement.
“Damn, youngin’ you ain’t showing that
