“And the woman with Ken whom you mentioned earlier?”
“Rosa? Yeah, the bitch drove her out of here. Said she was taking her somewhere safe.”
“Do you have a picture of Rosa? I hope we don’t have to rely on security footage again.”
“We don’t. I have it on my phone.”
Buckley looked intrigued. “And why is that, I wonder?”
Beth looked embarrassed. “One day she . . . she had on a dress I liked. I was thinking of getting one, so I . . . I took her picture.”
He looked over her frumpy clothes and pudgy frame. “I see.”
She showed him the photo, and he took a picture of it with his phone.
“Very lovely woman,” said Buckley. “Thank you.”
“Are you going to try to find her?”
“Yes, I want to let her know about Ken’s condition.”
“I doubt she cares.”
“I will do so anyway. Any ideas where she might be?”
“Like I said, the big gal mentioned she was taking her someplace safe. Now, there’s a women’s shelter in town. You might want to try there. It’s on Everson near Fuller Street.”
“Thank you again.”
He got back into the car, and texted the images of the license plate to an associate and asked him to run down information on it. Then Buckley drove off to look for Rosa.
He had a great many other things of importance on his plate right now. But he had set all of them aside for this. His family, granted, wasn’t much. Yet it was still his family. And in Buckley’s world, family could not remain unavenged. After his father’s death, his whole life philosophy had revolved around one concept: You can never turn the other cheek. So Ken’s attacker had to be found and beaten badly enough to be hospitalized.
In Buckley’s world it was as simple as that.
CHAPTER
25
BETH’S INFORMATION PROVED TO BE SPOT-ON. However, Buckley hadn’t been able to enter the women’s shelter and directly talk with Rosa due to their visitor safety protocols.
He sat in his car for several hours and watched women come and go from the shelter. Finally, his patience was rewarded when Rosa walked out, turned left, and entered a café a block down from the shelter. He got out and followed her in. She had taken a table at the back, and he walked over and introduced himself.
She looked frightened when he told her that he was Ken’s older brother.
“I’m not supposed to be talking to anybody like you. They said I could come here for a few minutes just to stretch my legs, but I have to go right back. They know where I am and if I’m not back—”
He interrupted her to say disarmingly, “Please, I wish you nothing but the best. I know my brother is an idiot and dangerous. He always has been. He’s been getting into trouble for so long I have given up on him. I really have. But he called me and told me what happened and I came in to see him. I was close by, you see.”
“He called you, so he’s okay then?” she said nervously.
“He was beaten up pretty badly but, yes, he’s okay. He, of course, disclaimed all responsibility, but I know better and I talked to the people at the motel. They were very clear that he was at fault and that the young woman who came to your aid was quite the heroine.”
“She was. She saved my life probably.”
“May I sit down?”
She hesitated for a moment, but then looked at the crowded café and probably decided it was safe enough.