Page 27 of Tattered Souls
It was a few days later that I was underneath a hood, replacing an alternator in a 1987 Camaro hugger, when I heard Leo call out, “Can we help you?
“Yes, I’m looking for Garrick Griggs. Went by his house but he wasn’t there,” the man said.
At the same time, I exited from underneath the hood. Leo called out, “Boss, got someone here to speak to you.”
Yeah, fucker. My ears work just fine.
I didn’t say that, though.
Instead, I tagged the red rag from my back pocket, wiped my hands as I walked to where the man was standing.
He had on a white button-up shirt and a dark blue tie with gray slacks.
“Can I help you?” I asked.
He nodded, “You’re Garrick Lucas Griggs, correct?”
I lifted a brow.
It read Garrick on my coveralls.
“Need some proof?” I asked.
When the man nodded, I sighed, then unzipped my coveralls, lowered them, tagged my wallet, flipped it open, and pulled out my license.
The man took it and read it. Then he nodded as he handed it back to me.
He started speaking, but I paid him no mind as I put my license back, pocketed my wallet, and then tied the sleeves around my waist.
Then I crossed my arms over my chest and asked, “Now, what is this about?”
His head jerked back, “You weren’t listening to me?”
I shook my head.
He sighed and then grumbled.
Again, I paid him no mind as I waited.
Finally, he started talking, “My name is Lewis Alcott. I’m the lawyer handling Granger Rogers’ estate.”
I felt my spine straighten as I asked, “Tatum. Is she okay?”
He smiled then, “Yes. She’s fine. I just have something for you. Mr. Rogers asked me to give this to a man named Garrick if something happened to him before he could give it to you.”
I took the white envelope from him and then watched him leave.
Knowing that this was from Granger, I headed to the office and closed the door.
Once I opened the envelope, I pulled out a spiral piece of notebook-bound paper.
Garrick,
Fuck me. Hate that I have to write this shit. But in my line of work, it’s necessary. You're probably wondering what this is. So, I’ll get to the point.
The other night, I saw you watching Tatum. Saw you looked interested in her.
But if you’re going to chase her just to be chasing her, I’m asking you, man to man, to back the fuck off.
