CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
When Avery left the Weston Motel, Rose didn’t seem to have any particular feelings about it. It was some of the moody elements of her teenage self, clinging on to a fast-approaching twenty, but that was fine with Avery. She’d rather Rose be detached and moody than clingy and panicked as her mother went speeding off to her next dangerous location.
The message had said to show up alone, so she had remained mum on her location when Sawyer and Dennison had asked her. “Just checking out a possible lead,” she had said.
And that had been that.
She pulled up behind her apartment building at 5:56, a little shocked by how alien the place felt to her now. It had been a hectic two weeks, filled with dark emotions she had still not yet dealt with. Just because Ramirez was back
