CHAPTER 23: Closing the door.
The sound of jingling keys wakes me. My eyes open just as a cop opens the cell.
“You can go now, come on.”
I lift myself off Creighton’s chest. His head is awkwardly resting on the chair behind him, and he groans in pain as he moves his neck.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“We can go now,” I repeat what the officer told me.
As we step out of the cell, they hand us back our phones, IDs, and Creigh’s car keys that were confiscated before bringing us to the station. Creighton accepts everything silently, his body tense, his expression tight.
I suspect why.
Sure enough, as soon as we step outside, there he is—his father… waiting for him.
“How dare you?” Mr. Reed steps straight toward Creighton, almost shoving the gift cards we stole from his mistress’s house in
