He Smirked, Called Me “The Family’s IT Girl,”

Greg had followed us anyway. Of course he had. “What the hell is that doing on my truck?”

I looked at him.

He looked honestly confused.

That mattered.

“Where were you this afternoon?”

“Home. Then the liquor store. Then here.”

“What liquor store?”

“Marv’s on County 8.”

“Did you leave the truck unlocked?”

He hesitated.

That hesitation was enough to make one of continue reading …