Chapter Twelve
Andy’s hands were shoved in his pockets as he stood in the Boston airport, staring at the door, feeling déjà vu as he waited for his cousins to walk through it. Just days ago, he’d been waiting for Chelsea to walk through the door at a different airport, but now he realized with a hollow feeling that she’d likely never even made it to this one.
Maybe that was why his heart was aching.
Morgan was with him, whereas Devon and Sara were back at Chelsea and Ric’s, sorting through the disaster of a townhouse turned upside down by cops who were interested only in what had happened to Eddie Taft. He had the feeling Chelsea was only collateral damage in their eyes. He was beyond exhausted.
“So I know I haven’t met these cousins of yours, but you think they can help?” Morgan said.
