CHAPTER EIGHT
June 29, 2010
Evening
Percy’s letter announced itself to Calvin as he undressed for bed that night. The smarter course of action would have been to bury the letter under his duffel bag and protect his chances for a good night’s rest, but Calvin didn’t stand a chance against his curiosity.
He managed to brush his teeth, throw off his jeans, and flop onto his mattress, all without ever letting the letter leave his hand. A tickle clung to the back of his neck, telling him what he was about to read would only invite trouble, but this just made him move faster.
“All right. I’ve heard Mrs. Seabrook’s point of view. Now it’s time for you to talk,” Calvin whispered.
He couldn’t tell if he was imagining wickedness surrounding the envelope, but something dangerous seemed to cente
