CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
The stitches made it hard to drive. It was more painful to brake than to accelerate, as she had to flex her calf muscle harder. As a result, the drive out to Norwalk to see Bolton Crutchfield the next day took even longer than usual. Jessie tried to just accept the delay and appreciate the fact that she was alive.
It could have gone much worse. The cut from Andi’s swipe at her leg with the piece of broken glass hadn’t gone especially deep. There was no damage to the muscle and no major blood vessels had been affected. But it was still long and deep enough to require seventeen stitches. Luckily, the doctor told her it wouldn’t prevent her from going to the FBI Academy.
Jessie wasn’t exactly sure when she’d made the decision to change her mind and attend the upcoming
