Chapter Seventeen
It was late when I finally made it back to Shady Grove. Too late to reach out to Geoff to give my condolences or to carefully ask probing questions to verify whether he may have killed his sister to steal her inheritance. Until I heard from the officers who were at the scene, it didn’t matter. They’d said they call if they thought of any questions for me. Maybe I hadn’t gotten any messages because Deborah killed herself, like the note said.
Bright and early Monday morning, I sent a video chat request to my friend Tiffaneigh. Tiffaneigh Pratt and I met on my first day at Maloney College when she stole my parking space, then my seat. We’d come a long way since then, even solving a murder together. Tiffaneigh knew about my powers, and her father was a police officer. More
