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Rocco nodded. “It wouldn’t hurt to let them know what is going on,” he agreed.
“And the last thing I want is for Imogen to come back and find a dead squirrel in the mail or whatever.”
“Let’s just close up for the day. I’ll forward the calls to my phone, and we’ll stop by the police station on the way home.”
I nodded.
Rocco pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Nothing is going to hurt you, Dorothy. I promise.”
I felt safe with Rocco. There was no doubt about that.
I just didn’t know how he was going to protect me from something that we didn’t even understand.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Rocco
We walked into the police station, and I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease settling in the pit of my stomach.
The officers we spoke to seemed more perplexed than motivated to assist. They took down the details of our situation, jotting down notes that didn’t inspire much confidence. When I pressed for answers, their responses were evasive at best.
“We’ll ask around, see if anyone’s heard anything,” one officer mumbled, his gaze wandering to a nearby computer screen.
“And what if you don’t find anything?” I asked, my frustration bubbling beneath the surface.
The officer shrugged, his indifference grating on my nerves. “Well, we’ll do what we can, but there’s not much else we can promise.”
It was like talking to a brick wall. No matter how passionately I argued our case, it seemed to fall on deaf ears. The officers offered little more than platitudes and vague assurances, leaving us feeling even more adrift than before.
As we left the station, a sense of disillusionment settled over me like a heavy fog. The authorities, it seemed, were content to write off our concerns as the work of mischievous teenagers, dismissing anything else that it could be.
Dorothy glanced up at me, her expression mirroring my own frustration. “Well, that was a waste of time,” she muttered, her voice tinged with disappointment.
I nodded, my jaw clenched tight with frustration. “Seems like it,” I replied, my tone heavy with resignation. “But we’re not giving up just yet. We’ll find out who’s behind this, one way or another. We don’t need to police to help us.”
Dorothy offered me a small smile, her hand squeezing mine in a silent gesture of solidarity. “I know we will,” she said, her voice filled with determination.
“We’re going to order those ring doorbells, and I’ll get to work on a security system for the funeral home. Uncle should have had one this whole time, but I’m not really surprised he didn’t. He did seem to live in the eighties.”
We made our way back to the car, and I couldn’t help but feel a renewed sense of purpose stirring within me. We may not have gotten the answers we were looking for from the police, but that didn’t mean we were out of options. If anything, it only fueled my resolve to uncover just what was going on.
“What about Mace and the club?” Dorothy suggested.
I started the car and glanced at her. “You think they would want to help?” I asked.
Dorothy nodded. “Um, yes. With Imogen living at the funeral home and the latest dead squirrel being in the mailbox there, I’m pretty sure Mace will turn Jackson upside down, figuring out what is going on to make sure Imogen and his baby are safe.”
I nodded and headed home. “Then let’s call Imogen.”
Dorothy
The odds that this was something more than kids being kids were low. I really didn’t talk to anyone unless they came into the funeral home, and everyone I talked to there had much bigger things they were dealing with than me.
“Maybe we should wait until Imogen and Mace come back tomorrow,” I suggested as we made dinner.
Rocco and I had settled into a nice routine after work. It was kind of crazy how fast things became normal. It hadn’t even been a month since Rocco had shown up in Jackson, and somehow, I couldn’t remember what it was like before him.
“We can wait if you want,” Rocco responded, his voice filled with concern.
