“I hope so. At least for the sake of Homer’s family and the families of those kids too.”
“Yup, I hope so too.”
He reached up on the dash and grabbed a pack of gum as I noticed a tattoo. Nothing odd about tats. I had a couple myself. But this one was peculiar. It was a snake intertwined into a circle surrounding a red cross.
“Hey, cool tat. It’s a symbol, right?”
Surprise came into Justin’s eyes as he quickly pulled his sleeve down. “It’s nothing. I got it when I was a teenager trying to show off for a girl,” he laughed but disquiet churned in his voice.
“Was she your wife?” I knew he was single now, but I had a sneaky feeling he’d been married before. Maybe divorced.
“Deceased. Ana and I were married for five years.”
“I’m sorry.” Unease flushed my face. I hated prying into affairs.
