Carl worked next to Jason’s bedside as his grandson slept. Again. The medication they’d given him for the pain after his surgery was still making him groggy. And cranky.
Carl’s cell rang, and he grabbed it before it could wake Jason.
Jennifer. Concern filled him.
Jennifer never called him directly. Not this early. His first thought was that she was calling to check on Jason. His second was that something bad had happened, and she needed him.
“Wallace went insane!”
Carl’s blood froze at the words. Terror and hysteria made it almost difficult to understand her words. He’d never trusted Wallace Henedy. His first thought was for her. “Jen…honey, has he tried to hurt you? Hit you? Where are you? Do you need me to come and get you?”
“I told him this morning. I told him after the funeral that I didn’t love him anymore. That I wanted a trial separation. I know I shouldn’t have, but…he shot a woman. The idiot. I don’t know what to do. The police will be here, asking questions. I don’t know what to do.”
“Calm down, Jen. I can’t help you if I can’t understand. What’s happened?” Carl stood and approached the window as flashing red and blue lights across the street caught his attention. Too many to be a single ambulance.
There were TSP vehicles everywhere.
“Something’s happened across the street.” Carl could see people running. Shouting. “I’m still at the hospital.”
“It’s Wallace. He’s been arrested. He shot a woman!”
“What? Why would that fool be doing something over there?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know what to do. Carl, I don’t know what to do!”
Carl shot his sleeping grandson a look. Jason wasn’t going to wake for a long while. “I’ll go downstairs, Jen. See what I can find out.”
“Please…Carl, I have to tell Reggie. I don’t know what to tell Reggie.”
“Calm down, Jennifer. We’ll figure this out, honey. I promise. I’m going downstairs right now.”