Chapter 9
Ava
IT TURNED OUT Dwayne did have an aunt still living, because I met her at his funeral a few days later. It was a small, private affair, and from what I gathered, paid for by a man he’d worked for. Someone definitely associated with the mob. At least, I assumed that was the case after meeting a few of the attendees, who literally reminded me of some of the characters from The Sopranos. From the way they spoke to the uneasy and shifty looks they were passing to each other. Almost like they were waiting for someone to waltz into the church and open fire. It was a little unnerving.
“You’re Ava, right?” Dwayne’s aunt asked me after the service. She was a short, squat woman who walked with a cane.
“Yes,” I replied.
“My name is Beatrice. You can call me Bea.”
“Nice to meet you.
