Damned old man. Adelman simply couldn’t leave well enough alone. He just had to go checking on Three A Contractors. Just had to meet him at the door telling him there was no Three A Contractors and he was going to the police. That he knew Winters had gone into Caroline’s apartment when she wasn’t home. That nobody messed with the women in his building, especially the ones with no men to take care of them, like Caroline.Caroline. The name stuck in Winters’s throat. She’d defied him. Lied to him. Run from him. She’d stolen his son and filled his young mind with lies. Turned his own son against him. And now he knew she was unfaithful as well. She’d come back this morning with the gimp with the cane. She’d been out with him all night, the whore. And she’d left with him again at a little past ten that morning, a small suitcase in her hand. Adelman had given him that much before he’d gasped his last.Winters fingered the rip in his coveralls. The old man had put up a surprising fight.
