Chapter 9
Mornings in Red Maple Falls hit differently than mornings in Boston or anywhere else in the country where Shaun had been undercover. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he could just be himself. He wasn’t donning a new identity and deceiving those around him. It was a strange feeling.
He opened his door and was immediately greeted by Skippy. The damn squirrel had become a permanent fixture on his doorstep, only leaving if Shaun paid the toll in the form of an almond.
“What did you do when I wasn’t here?” he asked the squirrel as if he could respond. He shook his head at his stupidity and grabbed the bag of almonds he started keeping on the foyer table. He pulled one out and tossed it in front of the little guy. “Here you go.” Skippy snatched the almond and took off
