Chapter 14
There was no need for Jennalee to sneak out because her parents were rushing from their room, Gerald half into his bathrobe, which gave Jennalee a view she’d rather not see: plaid pajama bottoms beneath a bare chest scarred down the middle with the red line that marked her father’s heart operation. Why’s it still red? she wondered, but then her mother was taking the lead, flying along without any robe, clad in tasteful pink short-sleeved pajamas and barefoot. By the time the three got outside, police and medical personal had spilled from cars filling the circular courtyard.
Guests were slowly emerging, creeping around the main building’s edges to gawk while Gerald demanded to know what in hell was going on.
“You tell me,” said the police officer who Jennalee noted hunky. “We
