CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
It was obvious that Pritchard felt a little awkward to have her riding along with him. They both tried to break the ice with both small talk and pertinent details about the case, but it all fell flat. It then occurred to her that because of her inability to let things go, she had placed herself and the bureau in a fairly bad situation. And now she was left with about a day—if that—to clean up her mess.
When they arrived at the school to pick the laptop up, things had resumed as normal. The art exhibit was finishing up. Parents were leaving the school with art pieces proudly tucked under their arms. Kids had all gone back to their classes and the office was business as usual.
When they got back out to the car, Pritchard walked toward the passenger side. “You mind dri
