Nothing Lasts Forever
Wilmington, Delaware
I was still worried about the guys following Rosa, and I figured the sooner I saw Donna, the faster I’d find out what was going on. I still had a few hours before Angie got home, time enough to chat with Donna. I made a turn going south on Clayton Street, turned right on Banning and then south on Coyne. Her house was a few blocks down.
I parked, walked up and tapped on the door, but no one answered. I tried again, but again got no answer. On the third attempt, I knocked a little louder, making a neighbor pop her head out of the door and holler at me. “Donna’s at her mother’s house. Up on—”
I waved. “Thanks, I know where she lives.”
I got back in the car and despite not wanting to, I drove to her mother’s house. I had waited as long as I could
