The sound of a phone ringing sliced through the tension in the room. The screen of Roland's phone turned on and Zoey's name popped up.
“Just who I was about to call,” Roland muttered.
“Who's that?” Lauren asked.
Roland lifted his gaze to her. “It's the detective,” he replied. He quickly answered and placed the phone to his left ear.
“Roland Smith,” Zoey’s voice sounded almost instantly.
“Detective,” Roland frowned. His lips parted about to raise the topic of what he'd heard she'd done, but he stopped almost as soon as he saw the look in his father's and little sister's eyes.
He'd been told not to raise the subject to her.
“Detective. Is something wrong?” Roland focused his attention back on Zoey.
“No,” she exhaled. “It's nothing much. It's just that I'd been expecting you at my f
