Chapter Nine
So now his woodworking time with Uncle Neil was being cut short. This wasn’t right! He’d told his dad and Katy so when they’d shown up that morning just as he’d made his first cut with the jigsaw, yet here they were in his dad’s truck, Katy in the front seat and him in the back with his bag beside him, when he was supposed to be putting the doors on the cabinet. Katy was ruining everything.
“I want to go back to Uncle Neil’s. I have to finish,” he said. He could see they were driving into town.
“No can do, Trevor. We have an appointment at the police station.”
“What? No.” He didn’t want to see the police.
Katy slid around and stared at him. “Trevor, they caught the bad guys who robbed the bank because of you and Jasmine. You’re a hero,” she added with a smile.
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