Chapter Twenty-Three
JOHN TUCKER STOOD in his doorway, scratching his head as he stared at the keys in his hand, keys Lainie just handed him. “I don’t understand,” he said, his voice just above a whisper. “How did my keys get out there?” He looked up, staring at her, his brows pinched with confusion. “You say you found them out at the airport near one of the warehouses? When was I out there? Yesterday? I guess I could have dropped them, but,” he turned and looked at his front door, “if I did, how did I get inside again?”
“What the hell are you trying to accuse my father of?” Bernie shouted, as he stood between Old Man Tucker and the rest of them, ignoring his father’s ramblings. “A ghost drops his keys on a table and you think that means my dad is this monstrosity tearing up the town. A
