sunrise to tell me he was dead while she and Grant were driving toward his house.
Dad stood.
“Get dressed.”
“Where are we going?”
“My house.”
I looked at him.
“You really think they’ll go in?”
“They told us they were going through my office.”
“They also know you’re alive now.”
Dad picked up his keys from the counter.
“People who already made one bad decision tend to make another when they panic.”
He was right.
By the time we reached his neighborhood, Vanessa’s SUV was parked beside the curb.
