Chapter Sixteen
No Need to Weep
They retrieved the patrol car and drove five blocks to Willis’s over on Simonton. Michelle Gates was sitting on the front porch wearing loose jeans and a sleeveless top with buttons down the front with thin soled sandals.
“Oh, ho,” Teeter said.
“See you, Officer Boone.”
Willis went up on the porch. Behind him, the patrol car pulled away.
“You been arrested again?” Michelle said.
“Just making use of public transportation,” he said. “How’s your Dad?”
“He’s fine. They moved him today. Still got the drains and all, but there’s no sign of infection. The doctors say he’ll be out in a week or ten days.”
“He’s a tough old bird.”
She looked at him. “Somebody took care of all the bills. You know anything about that, Johnny?”
“Who me?” He unlocked the front
