Chapter 7
If Tony had anything planned to keep harassing Max, he didn’t put it in motion over the following two days. Max did hear from Mr. Lang, the parole officer, who told him that there was no way to trace the emails back to Tony. Although it didn’t make him happy, Max had figured that would be the case, so he wasn’t too surprised.
Deacon left right after breakfast, since he opened his shop at nine on Saturdays, promising he’d be back by six-thirty at the latest. “In time for all of us to get to the movie before the previews begin,” he said, winking at Max.
“You didn’t, last time?” Jack asked Max as the door closed behind Deacon.
“Barely. And since they’re often the best part of going to a movie…”
“True, that,” Jack agreed. “Now the big question. Are we going grocery shopping?”
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