Chapter Thirty
Rhonda leaned into the trunk, so intent on packing, she didn’t notice me.
“Going somewhere?” I said.
She jerked upright and whirled around. “God, you scared me,” she said, a little squeak creeping into her gravelly voice. “What are you doing here?”
“Looks like you’re moving.”
“Yeah.”
“Why did you lie about Bruce and Tom? Or should I say, Bruce and Greg?”
The change in topic appeared to disorient her. “What do you mean?”
“You never told me you knew them in high school.”
“I didn’t know them.”
“But you did know Tom Garvey was actually Greg Knudsen.”
“So?”
“You knew they were responsible for the accident that scarred your face.”
Rhonda’s expression grew hard. “What about it?”
She didn’t deny anything. That worried me.
“So why would you work with two people who did
