have liked.
“This is good, Mom,” Andrew praised, wiping his mouth with a napkin. His table manners made her proud.
“Thanks, but it was you at the grill who did most of the work,” she smiled at him.
Each day, he made the move further into manhood. His face had already lost the boyish features of innocence. A small mustache was beginning to form on his upper lip. Would she be able to move him into young adulthood? Those fears plagued her at night just as much as her money situation did. Somehow, she knew that she had to make things right. Her family counted on it.
Chapter Five
“I ’m telling you, there have been some huge deposits lately. One of them is striking me as odd.”
Meredith quirked her brow and put her phone in between her ear and shoulder. Picking up a pen, she poised it to take down the information from her contact at the most prominent bank in town. For months she had been watching large deposits come in for numerous people. She had begun working on tracing the money back, and she was finding a pattern. Most went back to judges, police, sheriffs, and members of the city council, others went to just your normal run of the mill citizen. She knew that most of this was for the Heaven Hill club. They had to be paying people to do their dirty work. If there was a new development, it could break this wide open.
“Who is it?”
“Denise Cunningham and let me tell ya how odd this is. She’s been in the red for over a year. Not too long ago her account was frozen by a creditor, and they couldn’t even get any money out of it. That’s how broke she’s been. This morning, she made a $15,000 cash deposit. Tell me where she got that money.”
Her mouth went dry. A journalist’s mind worked fast, and Meredith’s was no exception. She flashed back to the day before, the green, late model Cutlass sitting in Denise’s driveway, the conversation the two of them had, and Liam seen leaving Denise’s house. Everything was beginning to point in one direction for Meredith - Heaven Hill.
“Thanks for the info. You don’t know how much this has helped me.”
“Remember Meredith, this is illegal. No one can know I’m helping you. We have to keep this between us. I could lose everything.”
She rolled her eyes. Every time they did this she always got the same reminder. “We’ve been doing this for months. I think I know what I’m doing.”
“Just so we’re clear.”
“We are. I gotta go.”
Hanging up the phone, Meredith walked back to her bedroom window and peeked through the curtain at Denise’s driveway. Denise’s car sat in its normal spot. Refusing to let this one go, Meredith grabbed her keys and marched out of her house, intent on finding out just what the hell was going on.
It scared her, really, the fact that they had decided to prey on her friend, and now she appeared to be in Heaven Hill’s pocket. Denise was not a criminal, and Meredith didn’t want to see her go down this road.
Denise glanced at herself in the mirror. The stress of the previous year had really done a number on her. She had lost weight and it showed. Her eyes looked tired, and she’d found a gray hair the other day. It didn’t escape her that she looked a little bit older than her years. The new clothes she’d bought helped that. On a whim, she’d taken a small amount of her money and gone to the mall. For the first time in years she’d bought new clothes. It was kind of exciting to discover she was two sizes smaller. It reminded her that she hadn’t acted her age in a very long time and that she needed just a little bit of fun in her life. It felt strange thinking of that when all she’d done lately was worry about money and bills. She was finally thinking like a woman her age.
A loud banging at her front door caused her to jump. It reminded her of the sheriff the other day. Thank God this was the first day of school and the kids weren’t home.
Walking over, she looked through the storm door. A smile
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