Chapter Fourteen
Tuesday, 4:50 p.m.
Detective Sharp shouldered his way between Tara and me to follow the officer downstairs. He handed back my satchel as he passed. He hesitated a moment before letting go of the strap, and I noticed his fingers were clenched. What did he expect to find downstairs?
Tara and I exchanged a silent look and followed after him. It wasn’t as if he had asked us to stay behind, and I really wanted to know what the officer had uncovered. I made sure to keep a couple of steps between me and the detective, just in case this was the time one of my feet got tripped up by the slat stairs. (I didn’t want the detective to notice me breathing down his neck as we tagged along either.) Tara nudged me from behind, clearly impatient with the way I hung back and insisted on g
