Chapter Fourteen Monday, December 7
Six o’clock comes quickly. I wake with my guts in a knot that two cups of black coffee and an English muffin slathered in grape jelly do nothing to unravel.
After showering and donning my work clothes, I scour the local channels for news on Brian Ingram but get nothing. Adrenaline and dread tighten every muscle in my body as I check my phone every two minutes, awaiting Natalie’s arrival.
“Bernard?” says a voice from the hallway.
I look up to see Grandpa Bernie staring at me. He’s dressed in the same clothes as he was two days ago, and his expression is soft and gentle.
His sudden reappearance should ratchet up my nervous tension even more, but instead, I feel myself calm. He always had that effect on me when I was a kid. Though he always carried him
