He looked up from the camera app on his phone, which unfortunately, only showed a man in a hoodie with a bandana hiding most of his face. “Good God, Jedidiah. Kill us? Don’t you think that’s a bit of an overreaction? Things like that don’t happen.”
“Yes. They do. They absolutely do.”
He sighed and squeezed the bridge of his nose. “Okay, you’re right. Of course things like that happen. But not generally in Whiskey River. Now if we were in Dallas or San Antonio or Houston, it might not be such a stretch. But here? Not likely.”
“Ricky and his foster mom were victims of domestic violence. Here, in Whiskey River.”
“Yes, but the perpetrator is in jail. And he’ll be there until the trial next week. And hopefully for a long time after.” The bastard deserved to be put away. Unfortunately, it wasn’t a slam dunk that he would be.
“Someone threw that brick. Someone with ties to Frank Moore. The note made that obvious if we hadn’t realized it before. Could you tell who it was?”
“No. He was too covered up.”
“You need to tell the police.”
She had a point, of course. But he didn’t think the matter was as urgent as she did. Sure, a brick through the window didn’t make him feel good but neither did it scare him. Mostly it just pissed him off. It was a coward’s way of handling a situation. But then, beating up women and children was a damn cowardly thing to do.
“I’ll call Ginny Clayborne, but I doubt the police will be able to do much. Especially since the camera wasn’t of much use.”
“I don’t want you to go to that trial.”
“I’m not going to let some chickenshit stop me from supporting Ricky.”
“Are you going to tell the others? The BFK members?”
He knew he had to. But he didn’t think it would scare off his BFK buddies. They were a tough lot. He shrugged and pulled out his phone. “Daniel?”
“Trevor, what’s up?” the BFK chapter president said.
Trevor told him what had happened. “Has anyone else reported something similar?” he asked when he finished.
“No. But I don’t like this. That’s all it said?”
“Yes.”
“How did they track you down? You’re hardly the only BFK member who’s involved.”
“I don’t know. Hell, maybe someone was at the police station when we took Ricky in. At any rate, I’m going to tell the cops. Maybe they can put some extra people at the courthouse. But you know our PD isn’t big enough to do much more than that.”
“We haven’t had much trouble around here but some of the larger cities have. We’ll keep an eye out. Thanks for the warning.”
“Satisfied?” he asked Jedidiah, hanging up.
“Not a damn bit.”
He sighed and ran his hand over his hair. Decided to change the subject. Sort of. “I’ve got some plastic sheeting. It should work to patch the window until I have a chance to get the glass people out here.”
“As soon as we do that I’m going home,” Jedidiah said.
Trevor didn’t argue. In fact, he hoped she’d go home and realize she was overreacting to this whole situation.
