Chapter Twenty-Eight
As Piper’s so much better at explanations than me, I let her give Natalie the blow-by-blow of our bizarre afternoon. It takes several minutes, which I use to refill everybody’s mugs. By the time I make my way back to the couch, Piper’s up to the part where Mrs. Marsh left the room.
While Natalie jots every relevant fact in her notebook, I consider whether to tell the ladies about my flash involving Alex and his boss’s wife. Whatever’s going on, it doesn’t look like it has anything to do with Chrissy’s kidnapping, but still…I should tell someone, shouldn’t I?
Yeah, no. I think I’d rather be locked in a full Port-A-John. Next to a landfill. In July.
I don’t object when Natalie sticks the thumb drive into my laptop, and together we watch Chrissy’s plea, as well as her
