The next day, I went back to the Joneses' to pack my things.
Andrew was sitting on the living room couch, looking like hell.
Grace was there too. She was helping Mrs. Jones arrange flowers, and on her wrist was the pearl bracelet I'd left on the entryway cabinet.
That was the birthday gift Mrs. Jones gave me last year.
When she saw me, she spoke first. "Where were you last night, Tara? Mrs. Jones was so worried she didn't sleep at all."
Mrs. Jones's eyes were indeed red. "Tara, why weren't you picking up?"
I said, "Phone died."
Andrew let out a cold laugh. "They don't have outlets at the hotel?"
I froze for a second. So he'd checked up on me. It wasn't hard for the Joneses to find out where I was.
Mr. Jones came out of the study. "Andrew, watch your mouth."
Andrew stood up, stari
