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It was a worthy cause that I’d been more than happy to sign on for.
I’d already gone on two such missions as we’d helped save three children from the clutches of sick and depraved men. However, Nonna had taken a turn for the worse lately, and I’d slightly backed off of anything that would take me away from her for more than a couple of hours.
Costas, on the other hand, probably had plenty of money. He just didn’t want to waste it on this, the tight wad.
Then again, maybe I didn’t want his dirty money paying for my Nonna’s funeral.
Nonna hated that he was in the gang.
She hated that he wasted his life away stealing and hurting people.
Even more, she already wouldn’t allow Costas to pay for her medical treatment. What would make me think she would want his money for her funeral arrangements?
“I think we’ll do that,” I said quietly, watching my Nonna’s body, half expecting to see her chest rise and fall.
It didn’t.
It took the Justice of the Peace twenty more minutes to get there, but eventually he did, and I was surprised to see that it was one of Quinn’s friends from school, Fletcher Daniels.
“Fletch,” I said upon seeing him, a small smile gracing my mouth. “I didn’t know you’d moved back.”
As soon as he’d graduated college, he’d moved to Georgetown to pursue his degree, and I hadn’t realized he’d come back to Dallas.
“Been back a few years now,” he said. “Been busy, though.” He flicked his hand at his badge.
“I imagine,” I mused. “My grandmother is inside.”
“I’m sorry,” he said as he followed me in. “She was on hospice?”
The nurse took over then, explaining everything.
Five minutes later, Nonna was officially pronounced dead, and the funeral home was called to take her body.
“If you’re curious about a more direct route,” Fletch said when he saw me wincing at the funeral home’s pricing. “You can go direct to the crematorium.”
I looked at him in surprise. “We can?”
“Grandma didn’t want to be burned,” Costas interrupted.
I shot him a glare. “Grandma also wouldn’t want to put me into financial debt because I couldn’t afford to pay for her burial costs.”
Fletch handed me a card and I took it.
“Thank you,” I said quietly.
“They’ll hook you up,” he said. “And do it for a fraction of the price, while also cutting out the middleman.”
Then he left, and I saw him pulling out his phone almost immediately.
Turning away from the front door that was closing on his back, I turned to my brother.
“We have to do something,” I said. “And I just called three homes. They all want over four grand to do this, and it’s not even holding a funeral, Cos.”
Costas turned away. “It’s not what she wanted.”
I clenched my hands and said, “We can’t always get what we want, can we?”
I hadn’t meant it to come out sounding so malicious, but he just made me so freakin’ mad!
