Chapter 21
The three of them stood there looking at me, waiting for me to say something, while I absentmindedly used one foot to rub my ankle. Moira noticed the movement and didn't even waste time to comfort me. She realized instinctively there was an urgency; that somehow things had changed. And they had because now I was a target.
When I told them exactly what the voice had so menacingly said, Uncle Charlie wanted to take me home and lock me inside for the duration, until the killer was caught. I loved him for his reaction, but it wouldn’t solve anything. Peter took a more logical route. One he had a better chance of winning.
“Mac, why not let the police handle things?”
It was a sweet thought, but did he honestly believe at this point I would sit back and let things happen around me?
