Chapter 11What Can Go WrongTommyIt was 3 a.m. Finn and I were in the living room with a groggy Reese, and Holden. Reese cinched her bathrobe a little tighter and Holden was throwing a T-shirt on, wearing only his plaid boxers.
Polar Bear stood bigger than life in his tan sheriff uniform. He talked about dropping Finn and me off and about curfew, rules, and consequences. He said, “I hope you discipline your boy. I know I will discipline mine.”
“No. You can’t let him take Finn.” I turned and pleaded to Reese. Tears stung my eyes. “Please, Reese.”
The sheriff burst into a wide smile, revealing teeth a shade too white to be natural. It was a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He went over to Finn, putting his arm around him and saying, “Finn gets into my booze. He smokes cigarettes and sneak
