“What the hell Justice? You left your card at the farmhouse? My dad went ballistic and he’s mad as hell at me for taking you out there.”
I’d gone back to my motel room and had a nice hot shower after my drenching and now stood in my jeans, toweling my hair when my cell phone rang.
“I’m sorry Andi, but do you want to clear his name or not? If Cutler has nothing to hide, why would he be angry? What harm could possibly come from me going out to the shed and having a look around? It’s not like we went inside or anything.”
She digested my words. “Actually, he interrogated me whether you had managed to get inside the shed or not,” she confirmed. “He seemed relieved when I said you hadn’t.”
Andi remained quiet for a moment and I didn’t respond, letting her thoughts settle.
“It’s weird... my
