"The police are here!" she said. "It’s about Sean!"
I really wanted to stay in bed after hearing that. I would have, if I hadn’t been stupid enough to let Mrs. Pendleton know I was there. If I didn’t go out and face them, they’d get in sooner or later and get me.
As I pulled on a pair of jeans, I thought about ducking out the window and down the fire escape. This was the time I’d known was coming, the time when the cops show up to bring me in and squeeze that murder confession out of me. It was the only reason I could think that they were there.
But going out the window would just put off the inevitable. Either I paid up now or paid up later...and running would just make it worse for me later.
So I went to the door.
And what happened after that was terrible, but not in the way I
