CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
And we were back to the very beginning.
Sheila dropped that bomb, and the song from The Sound of Music started playing in my head. Of course. Made total sense. I was going to die one of these days anyway.
Corrigan shoved back his chair and demanded, “What? Where is she?”
Bryce stood too, but slower and he was still holding my hand. Me? I did nothing. I sat and kept quiet because I already knew what was going to happen. As I thought it, Sheila said it, “She’s going to have to go back into protective custody.”
Which I already was, sort of. Kinda. I was hiding anyway.
“No.”
Corrigan agreed with Bryce. “No way.”
“We stay at Denton’s. He lives in a gated community, and he has his own gate. We have security there already. Sheldon’s dad is still there. Have your officer
