“HELEN, I DON’T KNOW why you’re being unreasonable.”
I stop with my hand on the doorknob. For one brief terrifying moment, I think my Mom’s inside, her trademark nasally whine sending shivers down my spine.
“Lex,” Helen says, “I don’t know why you’re not listening to me.”
With a sigh of relief, I open the door to find Helen and the Deputy Mayor—what kind of parents name their kid Lex Luther?—locked in yet another standoff about something.
“Every other department in the state—in the country—has a police chaplain,” Helen continues.
“I understand that,” Lex says in a placating tone. “And I also understand why you’re so reluctant to do this.”
“Do what?” I ask. Helen looks at me as Lex turns. “Sorry to interrupt, but I believe since I’m the topic of discussion, I think I have the right to
