Steve wanted to ask why she was dropping in again so soon, but she went on.
“The girl should be put away. She insists on blocking me at the door.” Her quavering voice grated. “Can’t you do something?”
“I’m retired, Mrs. Lacy.”
“Well, you know what I mean.”
He did, but it wasn’t his business how Mrs. Allen and her daughter lived. They were three houses down and they never bothered him. As far as he knew, they never bothered anyone. But Mrs. Lacy wouldn’t back off.
“All right. I’ll walk down, but unofficial-like. I’m not on the force anymore.” He punched off his cell wishing he could stand up to her. He would finish the paper first, enjoy his coffee. Then he would go; he could spare the time. It wasn’t like he had a lot to do maybe once but not now, not for years. After the accident, the drive went out of him, and he was glad when he was able to retire he was tired of watching younger men pass him by even though he knew he didn’t want a pr