Chapter 16My aunt gave a sound of surprise. Weeks didn't say anything, or twitch a muscle. He aggravated me to no end.
“What are you talking about, Lainey?” my aunt said, her hand to her throat having forgotten all about the book.
I gave them the condensed version of my drive home, telling them about the car that followed me, and then how Maureen seemed to pick me up in town and followed me home. I skipped the part where we spoke in the yard, just before I came in. If Weeks wasn't sharing, I wasn't either.
“Oh, my goodness.” My aunt looked over at Weeks and said, “Is it true? Is the FBI following Lainey? Why would they do this?”
Weeks motioned with his hand for her to settle down.
“So, why is the FBI involved?” I asked. Maybe if we doubled down the question he might answer.
“I don't
