Chapter 11
It was Friday evening and I was pacing my house. Kitchen, hallway, living room, music room…and back the same way. Over and over. I glanced at my watch for the hundredth time. Six forty-seven. One whole minute had passed since the last time I’d looked.
I groaned and fished out my phone from my pocket and with a few taps, I’d brought up the text that had set my nerves on fire yesterday when I’d received it.
Jane&I are coming to dinner tomorrow. We’ll bring dessert. Make sure Vincent is there. 7PM
No explanation, no other information, and my follow-up texts had gone unanswered. I’d considered storming over to my brother’s house and demanding to know what he was up to, but he could be a stubborn SOB when he wanted, and something told me this would be one of those times.
So inst
