To escape what was happening at the window, I turned so myshoulders were against the wall and looked down at the paper in my hand.
Elaine Kincaid, CEO of an advertising agency.
Hop had married a business lady.
Surprising and interesting.
And cool.
I stared at the address under it, focusing on it rather thanthe fact that Snap was right outside.
Suddenly, my eyes narrowed on it.
As they did, I recollected a conversation I’d had with Snap,one of many I shouldn’t have had when he was just supposed to be my contactwith Chaos, sharing with him what I’d heard Beck say his brothers were up towhen it came to antisocial activities, not to mention I was living with anotherguy.
How many properties?I’d asked, aghast at the intelabout himself he’d shared over the course of our by then hour-long phoneconversation.
Five, no…six.But, babe, it isn’t a big deal.All thebrothers get a cut of Ride and both the store and garage do a huge turnover.Itis what it is but the way I live my life, what am Igonnado with that kind of money?he’d answered.
I could think of a lot of things to do with that kind ofmoney,I’d told him.
Yeah, well, I’m not big on shoes,he’d replied.SoI buy houses.
I’d laughed.
I had to admit, I liked shoes.
What I didn’t admit was that I liked that Snapper hadnoticed.
He’d listened to me laughing for a while before he’d said,Ican’t just sit on it.I got it,gottamake it workfor me.
So I guess you buy six properties and let it work,I’d teased.
Yeah,he’d said with a smile in his voice.Comestime, I’ll be good.My woman will be good.Our kidswannago to some expensive college, they’ll be good.They want big weddings, that’llbe good.Wewannatake crazy huge family vacations,that’ll be good.Or if a shit storm hits, we’ll be covered.
I didn’t remember my reply to that, just that I’d turned thetopic of conversation.
But I remembered how what he’d said made me feel.
I stared at the address on the paper.
Tack had said the place they’d put me in was Chaos.
But I knew it wasn’t just Chaos, as such.
It was Snapper.
He had six rental properties, a couple were condos, the restsmall homes.
This was his.
He was giving this to me.
He probably had someone evicted so he could give it to me.
I drew in breath as I heard a motorcycle roar to life.
“Rosalie?”Mom called.
