Chapter 42: Unexpected Houseguest
DMITRI
"Dmitri, stand down!" Sloane's voice came from behind me, sharp with authority. "Don't shoot!"
I felt Sloane's hand on my arm, gently but firmly pushing my weapon toward the floor. "It's okay. He's not a threat."
"What the hell is going on?" I demanded, though I lowered the gun. "Who is this kid, and why is he in our kitchen?"
The teenager was still pressed against the wall, looking like he might bolt at any second. He was clearly terrified, but there was something familiar about his face that I couldn't quite place.
"This is Tommy," Sloane said, moving past me to help the kid to his feet. "Tommy. He's fifteen, and he's been staying with us since yesterday."
The name hit me like a physical blow. Tommy Morrison. The driver who had caused Xenoi
