Chapter Twelve
Zander screeched his work van to a stop outside the Noonans’ house and tore inside. As soon as he spotted Petey, he swept him into a bear hug that had the boy squirming in protest.
“You’re okay? What’s that bruise on your forehead?”
“It’s fine. The paramedics put ice on it, but it doesn’t even hurt. Jeez. Mr. Durst had a stroke! Can you believe it? In the middle of driving!”
Zander shuddered at the very thought of it. As soon as Abby had called him, he’d charged into Jason’s practice—luckily it was an indoor workout day—and they’d headed for home. The details kept ringing through his brain like an echo.
Stroke at the wheel. Car into a tree. No cell service. Gretel to the rescue.
Where was Gretel? He located her in the play corner with the toddlers, sitting cross-legged
