Chapter Seventeen
I walked up to join Justine Hill. Fitz watched warily from a distance. “Hi Justine,” I said cautiously. “What can I help you with?”
Justine took a step toward me and I instinctively took a step back.
Justine said, “I’ve been thinking about our run-in at the park yesterday.”
Run-in? It was an odd choice to describe seeing an acquaintance at a festival. I smiled tentatively at her. “Did you enjoy the festival?”
Justine waved her hand. “That’s beside the point. The important thing is that you know Nate had nothing to do with his uncle’s death.”
I shook my head. “I wasn’t thinking that he did.”
I could definitely see why Nate was ready to escape his mom and move back to Georgia. She was micromanaging everything.
Her eyes were narrowed as she stared coldly at me. I fel
