*Jones*
The call rang the first time and went to voicemail. But Jones tried again. It was on the third try that his brother answered the call. "Where were you man?" Jones demanded to know.
"At the door. Some people were asking about someone who didn't live here anymore."
"Do you know who the person is?" Jones asked.
"How would I? What do you take me for, bro? A real housing agent?"Jack asked over the phone.
Jones eyes paced the length of the car with one hand in his trouser pocket. "Tell me about that gig you were talking about." Jones asked.
"I just needed money, okay." Jack said.
"Seriously, whatever, I'll text you later" Jones said and ended the call. He leaned against the muscle of the car and sighed. Looked up to the heavens and said a quick prayer. He hoped that this time it w
