Chapter 36
A few years before his demise, my father married for the second time on the deck of the Chasing Sunshine, and so the other thing he left behind for me when he died was his widow.
Given the circumstances of his death, I was keen to settle his affairs quickly and get the hell out of Dodge, but during this time his wife was as indecisive and irritating as my own mother had been a decade earlier: Where should she go?
What should she do? Where was all his money?
I was dealing with a question of my own: What to do with this albatross around my neck?
I suppose I could have simply taken off and left her in the dust, but who knew what confidences this woman had been privy to, what details she could offer investigators?
My warnings to back off went unheeded—hell hath no fury like a trophy wife denied her payout—and so when she started cozying up with the detectives looking into my father’s financials, something had to be done.
They say that violence is never the answer, but there are exceptions to every rule. I know my father would have agreed with me on this. (His wives, maybe not so much, God rest their souls . . .)