CHAPTER THIRTEEN
They ate an early dinner, Avery not able to swallow much of her sandwich due to the nerves that still seemed to be chaotic over the scare she’d had behind the dumpster. While they ate, she told Rose what had happened, but only because she knew she’d have to tell Connelly. She doubted it would do any good in convincing him and she also knew she would catch hell for letting him go. She figured she could stretch the truth a bit in that area, though.
“Mom, this isn’t safe,” Rose said after Avery had described the events behind her building. “He knew where you were. He was following you. It’s all getting out of hand.”
While Rose was overdramatizing things a bit, Avery thought she wasn’t too far from the truth. Her attention was being pulled between this new killer—presumably
