Thirteen
When Jake and the others arrived at TelTech, the police were still sweeping the building. The buzzing morass of official activity outside didn’t prepare them for the eerie silence inside. No one knew where to turn on lights, so their flashlights joined a dozen other dancing, flickering beams around the dead. Added to this was a sick feeling in the pit of Jake’s stomach at the violence.
Had Phoebe participated in this c*****e? It didn’t seem possible that she or Dewey Hyatt could have done this. He hadn’t known Phoebe long, but he’d tracked Dewey off and on for years. Until Ollie’s recent demise, never once had there been any sign of violence. And Phoebe? Did he want her to be guiltless? Was that blinding his judgment?
“This isn’t right.” Bryn slashed her beam back and forth ove
