Odett’s POV
“The rules have not changed,” Dad reminded us in a firm tone as he tapped the locked drawer.
“You are organizing communication records,” he continued.
“You are not investigating the attacks themselves,” he finished sternly.
“We understand,” Joshy promised with a respectful expression.
“And we are not contacting anyone named in the reports,” I added patiently before Dad could repeat the second rule.
“Especially Sam,” Dad said with a pointed look.
‘He enjoys that rule too much,’ Lorilie complained with a low growl.
Mom came for us when all three of us missed the first call to dinner. Before Dad locked the folders away, he asked Joshy and me to explain the routes without our notes. Joshy remembered the order of the warnings; I remembered who had known about each attack at
