Chapter Eighteen
Tommy screeched to a stop in front of the house. Although Deirdre had told him to come straight downstairs, he had to put the milk Norah wanted in the fridge. Given the picture Deirdre had sent, they might not be making it upstairs for hours. He rushed into the kitchen, put the milk away, and turned, but Sean stood in his way.
“Hey, man.”
Sean said, “Hey. I need to tell you something.”
“Can it wait? Deirdre’s waiting for me.”
“About that . . .”
“What?”
“I thought you were home, and I was going to ask you if you wanted to go to the bar.” He took a deep breath. “In my defense, the door was unlocked.”
“What?”
“I opened the door like I always do and she was just lying there.” His eyes were wide to indicate how Deirdre was lying there.
“What’s going on?” Norah asked f
