I fumbled the phone, managing somehow to call Snapper.
It rang only twice when he answered, “Yo,Scully.”
“Beck just called,” I rushed out.
“Say again?”he asked, not sounding happy.
“I think from jail,” I told him.
“Jesus Christ,” he bit.
“No, Snap, he’s done something or he’s going to be doingsomething.”
“Honey, I told you that—” he began.
“No, no, no!”I cut him off frantically.“He said he lovedme and he was sorry and he told me to find a good one and then he hung up onme.”
Snapper was silent.
Totally.
Just what I thought.
Damn it!
“Snapper!”I cried.
“Let me make some calls,” he said.
“He’sgonnarat,” I declared.
“Keep calm, Rosie, and let me make some calls.”
“It’s okay for me to do it, I mean, not okay as we learnedall too well, but it isnotokay for a brother to rat, Snapper.”
“Rosie, honey, let me go so I can make some calls.”
“He’ll be dead in a week.”
“Baby, letting you go now.”
“Get word to him.Tell him not to do it.Tell himItold him not to do it.”
“Okay.”
“This isn’t about him,” I said hurriedly.“It is, but itisn’t.In the world we live in, he can’t right the wrong he did me unless helets justice serve.But not this way, Snap.Not this way.”
“I hear you, Rosie,” he said gently.“Now Igottalet you go, baby.”
“Okay, Snap.”
“Call when I know something,” he said.
“Okay.”
“Love you,” he finished.
“Love you too,” I replied.
