Chapter 16
Dylan woke up to the sound of an authoritative knock on the front door. His mind went over the possibilities.
It could be Trenton, come to kill him for failing Bennett. It could be Chad’s ex, Tess, with a baseball bat. It could be the cops. It could be Seth, or Casey. Or even the ghost of Bennett.
He wouldn’t have bothered to get out of bed if he hadn’t heard Laurie in the shower. He kicked his sheets off and grabbed yesterday’s briefs and a pair of blue striped pajama pants from a pile by his bed. A ruffled white undershirt later, and he was at the front door.
A middle-aged man Dylan recognized from somewhere stood at the door. He wore permanent frown lines, but looked more bored than anything else.
“Hello?” Dylan asked hesitantly.
“I’m Detective Winston,” he said, flashi
