Sharing Jack’s Bed: Part 3
Toward the end of the week, I was in the kitchen helping out with some dishes when Bobby came down the stairs. “Kellie, come here a second.” He called. I finished rinsing off the plate and followed him up the stairs into his mother’s room, where he was sleeping during his stay. “I want to talk to you about something.” He closed the door behind me, motioned for me to sit on the bed, which I did, and sat facing me. “We’re going out tonight, and it’s probably going to get bad. We found out it wasn’t an accident our mom got shot. Those guys were hired to kill her, and we think we found out who they are. Jack wants to come when we go pay them a visit tonight, and I don’t think …