CHAPTER 12
Stepping through the front door of the bookstore was like visiting his old grade school after he’d graduated. Everything was familiar and comforting, but at the same time, it was all different. It hadn’t been nearly as long since Carlo had last been there, either. Eight days had passed since Joe had walked him into the police station to make an official statement and collect his belongings.
Eight days since he’d gone home and pretended nothing had happened. Lying to his mother about his distracted mood. Finding excuses to call into work.
When Wallace had called with an update, assuring Carlo he was perfectly safe, that Stout was locked away and Mr. Halford was more than a little embarrassed at the turn of events in his business and private affairs, Carlo had finally found the
