CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
This is ridiculous, Mackenzie thought as she and Ellington walked back into the Wakeman Home for the Blind. There was an air of tension between them now and it reminded her of the high school drama of careless teenage romances. Sure, her heart hurt at the thought of the way she had spoken to him in the car on the way here but at the same time, she also realized that it was foolish.
That’s how she was so easily able to push past it and focus on the case—on the quiet and saddened halls of Wakeman. In a morose sort of way, she was almost glad to be back in a quiet place like this, even if that quiet was the result of sadness brought on by a death.
Before they could even make it to the small receptionist’s desk, Randall Jones came walking down the hallway. There was an ol
