Chapter Twenty-SevenI
told everything to Will on the drive to Jack Redmond’s house. He had a hearty laugh over my parents’ turn as sleuths. “Your dad is always up for anything.”
“He had to find some other pasttime when you went legit and stopped tossing toilet paper around the neighborhood.” For a moment I looked out the window and admired the beautiful houses we passed. “I’m worried about Davey. He’s always zoned out. I hate to think he’s mixed up with drugs.”
“Don’t jump to conclusions, the way you did with his father. Maybe he’s a daydreamer or just can’t pay attention.”
I glanced at Will’s profile. “You don’t have to smirk about it. For the record, I hope I’m wrong. I’ve become fond of the Wheelers. Even though Richie set his dogs on me, they do seem like a nice family.”
“Unlike t
