Chapter 25
I don't know how long I stood there just gaping like a dummy. Probably not all that long, because the moment the stitch in my side made itself felt I instantly was fighting to get my breath back.
So out of shape.
But it wasn't just the sprinting. I still had all that anger in me, and frustration at being locked out of my own house (so to speak), and just the knowledge that I had failed as utterly as it was possible to fail.
So I think what I was really doing was pacing around and hyperventilating rather than getting my breath back. That's probably why Coco and Edward had such alarm on their faces when they popped around the corner to see what all the fuss was about.
"Were you shouting back here?" Coco asked, looking around for any other possible culprit.
"The murderer," I
