Flowers for Her Grave

Chapter Thirty-three

“Don Westbrook.”

“Don? It’s Casey.”

“Oh, thank God you called. Where have you been?”

“Don, what is it?”

“Casey…it’s Ricky.”

Oh, God. Death nowhere to be found. Nowhere near, making smart comments. Where was Death?

Where was Death?

“Ricky’s in trouble, Casey.”

No time to consider. No time to even think.

“I’ll be there, Don. Tell him to hold on. Tell him…tell him I’m coming home.”