Page 84 of Tight Ends & Tiaras
We all stare at him.
“What? I like to watch NCIS and Criminal Minds sometimes.”
“He’s right,” I say. “We shouldn’t jump to conclusions.”
Johnny scratches his head. “But she did take her shit, so... yeah, my bet is Janelle.”
Holy crap, Johnny can talk me in circles.
Ben grabs his phone and punches at the screen.
“Who are you calling?”
“Rivera. He should know what happened. He can advise us on how to proceed.”
Rivera’s going to tell me to file an official police report with someone in our jurisdiction. I already know this.
Ben says as much when he gets off the call, but explains that Rivera will add these details to his notes on Janelle’s case.
By the time we’re done talking to the Charming PD officer a few hours later, I’m so tired, I can barely see straight.
Did Janelle break into my house and destroy my bedroom?
Did she really leave her kid behind without a word?
These are the thoughts that plague me as I fall asleep on Ben’s bed.
