Chapter Sixteen
Tuesday, 5:16 p.m.
The pair of voices fell silent. I held my breath, silently willing my vibrating jaw to remain still. A moment later, Detective Sharp’s head popped around the corner. He spotted us instantly and shook his head.
“Didn’t I tell you to stay inside?” he asked in a weary tone.
I gave him a wry smile. “It was m-more like a suggestion.” Now that my hand had been lowered from my mouth, my teeth were chattering again.
The detective gave me a long look. “So I guess the ankle’s OK then.” He blew out a sigh, his breath emerging from his lips in a steady plume. “Poole, go grab a blanket from the cruiser and meet us at the Dumpster.”
For a moment, it looked like the sergeant was about to protest, until he realized he was probably going to learn the results of the
