CHAPTER 12
We’ve had times in the past when we didn’t bring laptops with us—when we lived on burner cells and supplemented our knowledge with visits to the local library. But we’ve learned our lesson, and if we have a way to bring electronics with us, we do.
But we don’t have access to the laptop now—it’s in the rented van along with our clothes, and half our group is currently using the vehicle to chase down an officer of the law. What could go wrong?
I sit beside Mack on the couch and lean my head against his big shoulder. I’m suddenly drained—exhausted—and from his red-rimmed eyes, he could go for a nap too. “Do you think Ryder killed Ronnie’s sister?”
“I think if he had, Ryder would have told us.”
“Would he have known it was an issue?” When Mack raises his eyebrows, I amend, “Not
