Rosalynn's ride pulled up outside of Steinberg's yard. As soon as the car came to a halt, Mike was there to open the door for her.
"What's the scoop?" Rosalynn asked as she stepped out of the car, her tone icy.
"A bit of a crowd to sift through, it's going to take a hot minute," Mike replied.
Rosalynn didn't respond.
She was still donned in the black suit she wore to the funeral.
But the vibe she gave off was worlds apart from then.
Several hours rolled by.
Those who had dispersed to rest eventually began to trickle back in.
When Rosalynn walked in, a young man was in a heated argument with Ableson.
"My girlfriend's been in an accident, I have to get to the hospital!"
Ableson remained poker-faced.
"Fine! I'd love to see if you guys have the guts to off me right here!" The young man shouted, heading for the exit.
But as he looked up, he caught sight of Rosalynn walking in.
She was just a slender woman, but her presence was more terrifying than the guy named Mike standing behind her.
"Wayne's wife!" At that moment, Ollie, leaning on his cane, hurried over to Rosalynn. "You're finally here, how is Wayne doing? I've asked these guys but they won't spill a word. I'm on edge here!"
"Don't worry, he's still breathing." Rosalynn replied with a gentle smile.
Ollie froze.
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