Do these people take me for a damn fool?” Mama Rose handed Chelsea a stack of papers. “I’ve got records of everything from the day your grandfather took title to this property to the present. I’ve got receipts for sales tax, state tax, city tax, every damn tax they can levy. I’ve got operating statements, expense ledgers, and licenses for everything I sell.” “Don’t worry. I called Uncle Larry on the way over. He was surprised they’re still at it. I’ve got a nine o’clock appointment with the mayor tomorrow and he’s coming with me. If that doesn’t work I’ll come here and load the gun so we can fill somebody’s butt with lead.” Mama Rose brought Chelsea a dinner to go, and she headed home. The sky was clear, and though it was still hot, the smell of fall was in the air. Exhausted, she thought it would be nice to have her meal on the patio, go over the case while everything was still fresh on her mind, take a shower and read herself to sleep. Dee said she and Skip were planning to come back to the loft and spend the night.
