Franco 5 - End of Watch CHAPTER 34 Frank snapped out of a doze to see an elderly white woman walking from the direction of her father’s grave. “Oh, shit.” Rocketing from the car, Frank trotted up to the departing woman. “Excuse me. Are you here for the Deluca funeral?” The woman stared with wide, rheumy eyes. “The Deluca funeral? Oh, no.” “Oh. Which one then?” Frank pressed. “I’m not here for any funeral. I was visiting my brother.” “Oh. Your brother.” Frank made a show of looking beyond the woman. “Is there a funeral goin’ on here?” “Not that I know of.” The woman turned, searching too. “Shoot. I hope I got the right day. Maybe I got the time wrong. I coulda sworn it was this mornin’. Well, thanks anyways.” Frank pretended to move away but stopped to ask, “Say, who’s ya brother? You’re a dead ringer for Frankie Ford.” “Oh, no.” The woman smiled. “My brother’s Samuel Abrams. He died of cancer two days past Thanksgiving.” “Aw, geez.
