CHAPTER NINETEEN
This was the moment. Either Cass was going to come home and want to rip me apart, or she was going to be reasonable. If it was the former, Bo and I didn’t have weapons, and Thad might seize the opportunity to attack. The guy had been mean-mugging us the entire time. Killing us would be cathartic for him.
“What’s up with you?” Thad asked.
“Your girlfriend’s home,” I said.
“How the HELL do you know that?” Gillian asked.
“Do we understand each other?” I asked Gillian.
Footsteps sounded on the porch.
“Listen, what was your name?” Gillian asked.
“Lester.”
“Lester, I—”
The doorknob turned. I hung my head as the door opened.
Cassandra entered, carrying a plastic bag. She froze upon seeing us and dropped the plastic bag.
“Cass, I’m okay,” Gillian said.
She glanced bac
