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

the operators shift his weight.

Greg saw it and got loud. “Jesus Christ, yes, okay? It’s a truck in a driveway. I don’t lock the damn thing.”

I stood. “Did anyone ask you questions this week? About me. About this party.”

He rubbed his face, suddenly not enjoying himself. “A guy came by Wednesday.”

Everything narrowed.

“What guy?”

“Said he was with the utility continue reading …