Fisher (Prince of Tigers, #3) - Kathi S. Barton Page 0,7

bills that were incurred in caring for their mother. Bunch of losers if you ask me. Can’t even find a single redeeming quality between the two of them.”

“I’m not sure how you think I can help you, Judge, but if you need me for anything, I’m willing to help.” He told him what he wanted. “Do you think she’s in Ohio now?”

“I don’t know for certain, but she’s driving this old camper that she and her mother fixed up. It’s all she has in the world, you see. And a truck she purchased a while back. She works from it too, I’ve heard. The camper, son, not the truck.” Fisher told him he understood, then asked again what he could do for him. “She was in the Smoky Mountains a few days ago. I’m not keeping tabs on her, but she sent me a postcard from there, telling me she appreciated my judgment call about her family. Sorry bunch of idiots.”

Fisher laughed, then told his family what was going on. He told them too that the judge didn’t seem to care for this woman’s family any more than the sister did. The all clear was given, and he went back to the phone call. Asking him what he could do for him had the judge laughing.

“Well, now, I have a friend that knows you, young man. Says that you can find things no one else can. I’ve taken the liberty of sending you some of the paperwork she worked on while her mother was ill. It was used in the courtroom, and as the judgment was never taken care of, I still have it in the file. It’s only been touched by me and her. I was hoping, from what I heard about you, that you could figure out where she is and tell her to be on the lookout for them. I don’t know that they’re dangerous, but with humans you just can’t tell.”

“What are you, if you don’t mind me asking?” He told him he was a bird of prey, a hawk. “Mr. Parkerson, I’d be happy to take care of this for you. As soon as I get the paperwork, I’ll see what I can tell you about her.”

“I’d need you to find her for you to tell her. I don’t know if you’ve ever been an attorney or not, but I can’t be finding her and telling her to hide out, because the case against her—those idiots again—hasn’t been closed as yet. This girl, she’s got nothing. Less than nothing if you want the truth of it. The camper she’s been living in for the last several years is older than she is. It’s a good one, I’ll tell you that, and they’ve taken care that it’s safe, but that and her job are all she’s got.” Fisher didn’t want to run down a person for any reason, but he told the man he’d do it. “I can’t thank you enough for this. She’s a good girl that has been taken advantage of. She’d not see it that way, taking care of her mother and father when they were ill. But those idiots would chew a bone near gone if they thought they could make a buck or two off it.”

“Why?” Judge asked him what he meant. “Why are they pursuing this? Going after their sister when it’s obvious to everyone that she hasn’t anything they can take from her? And why didn’t they help her out with the care of her parents?”

“Couldn’t tell you.” He told Fisher how the father had fallen ill when Piper had been no more than a teenager. Then after he died, she stayed on to be with her mom. “Then she up and got the cancer—sad thing that. They were starting to get things paid up, and then this happened. Piper was with her every minute too. From what I heard, at the hospital, she called her family several times to give them updates on her health. But all she ever got was their machine. Confounded people. Who does that to their own momma? Then when she passed on, they were even bitching about how the funeral should have been done up by them instead of Piper. I’d have hit them in the mouth if I’d had the chance. I still might before this is over.”

“I’ll find her and tell her what is going on.” Judge Parkerson told him he’d pay him anything he set for it. “There isn’t any