Chapter Fourteen
A chill penetrated Emmy to the bone. It wasn’t the weather, but the fact that Buddy was no longer there. The F.B.I people returned at ten. Emmy ordered a big pot of coffee and some Danish. At noon, there was a knock on the door.
Waiting in the hall was Verna Carruthers.
“Mrs. Carruthers, I…” Emmy began, but tears choked off her words.
Verna took the young woman in her arms for a hug. “Now, now, Emmy. No worries. We’ll get this straightened out.”
The rock singer grabbed her coat and joined Verna on a walk to the bank. Deep breathing was the only thing that kept the young woman calm. She fished a small notebook out of her purse and took notes. Verna was all business, double-checking that the account was set up and that Buddy’s thirty-five thousand was available. Then, s
