His wife, Meg, placed her hand on his arm. “If you lose your job we can always live on my salary. You know we teachers really rakein the dough.”
“Except you don’t even start for another few months, sweetie.” Chris leaned over to kiss her.
Heather was beginning to like Scott’s friends. They were loyal. She hated to admit she was a bit envious of Jack and Callie, Chris and Meg, and how in love they all seemed. At some point in her life she wanted that. It used to be far away, but the more she saw it, the closer it got on her radar.
But for now she had to focus on making sure the mill project stayed on schedule and Scott could get off these ridiculous charges. Carla Findley. Yes, Chris and Jack had people checking her out, but was there anything she could do? Her father certainly had resources. Probably not better than the FBI.
What about street resources? An idea came to her, but she pushed it aside. No, that would never work, plus it was dangerous. But then again…Jian owed Scott a life debt, and it seemed like the man was willing to pay. Would he be able to get more information on this Carla and why she had it out for Scott? How could she get in touch with him? She could hardly stroll into the south side of Hartford asking around for him. From what she understood, there were numerous gangs who hung out in that city. Like the ones trying to rape Jian’s little sister. God, talk about evil. No, she couldn’t do that.
But she could go check on the building. Scott had planned to do that this weekend at some point. She was co-owner, it was her responsibility to keep things running too. Perhaps some of Jian’s men would be there and they could get a message to him. To meether somewhere.
Scooping some potato salad onto her plate, she listened as the others chatted about a variety of things. She’d hang out here for a few hours and help Callie clean up. But once things calmed down she’d take a visit to the project. It might not be the smartest thing she ever did, but Scott had said being dubbed his lady wouldkeep her safe.
