Page 76 of Under Pressure
Walt and Harry crowded in around him.
“You spelled it wrong,” Walt said, helpfully pointing at Don’s text.
Don batted Walt’s hand away and glowered at the screen. “It’s the dang small buttons on the phone. And AutoCorrect.” He tried again.
Don: *Jail.
Nancy: That can’t be right either.
Don: We got caught spying on Jonah and he called the police.
Polly: Don!
Nancy: Don!
Rosa: Better than el infierno. At least I can get them out of jail. But el infierno?
She was crossing herself right now, or playing with her rosary. Don could see it clear as day as if she were sitting right in front of him. He had no doubt she’d be adding some extra Hail Marys to her prayers tonight, or however that worked.
“Thank the Lord for friends with law degrees,” Walt said.
“Second that,” Harry added.
Couple of babies. It wasn’t like they were going to be here forever. They’d had a bench to sit on, and plenty of time to think things over. Life wasn’t all that bad.
Winnie: Are Walt and Harry okay? Virginia’s here and she’s very upset because she doesn’t know where Harry is.
Harry let out a groan at his side. “I’m a dead man.”
“It’s going to be fine,” Walt consoled him.
Don: They’re fine.
Nancy: I can’t believe you spied on Jonah.
Polly: I can.
Polly was most certainly rolling her eyes at him.
Nancy: How exactly are we supposed to get you out?
Rosa: Is Michael there?
Michael Sanchez, a police officer here in Diamond Cove, Rosa’s grandson, and an all-around good guy was known to help the group out from time to time. Man had the patience of a saint, and in this community, and this group especially, it was needed.
Before Don could answer the question, the phone to the station started to ring.
“Beddoe here.” Rapid fire muffled talking came from the line, and Beddoe immediately sat up straight in his seat. “Yes, ma’am, I know I should be more clear when answering the phone . . .clearer, sorry. No, ma’am, you don’t need to call back. I’ll do better next time.” He cleared his throat and glanced their way. “No, ma’am, your grandson isn’t here. He’s out patrolling with Officer Madden . . . No, I don’t know when they’ll be back . . .”
Harry leaned in and lowered his voice to a whisper. “Rosa sure does have a fierce streak when called for.”
Walt nodded in agreement. “I wouldn’t want to get on her bad side.”
Don typed in another text.
Don: Rosa’s on the line with Officer Beddoe.
Nancy: Let’s hope she can do something for you.
