Chapter Fourteen
Susan Baker called Zander a few days after the car-pool accident.
“How is everyone? Any injuries?”
“Just the one—the driver’s stroke. My brothers are both fine.”
“Jason wasn’t even there,” she pointed out.
“Right. He was in town with me. I brought him home. But he’s fine too. We’re all fine.” Hm, awkward babble. Great. Always impressive to a caseworker.
“Very fortunate. Not so fortunate is the fact that I had to leave Lost Harbor before I got a chance to visit. I’m in Kodiak now. I will have to reschedule.”
“Great.” What a relief that she wasn’t right outside his door with an order to remove Jason. “Whenever you’re available, we’ll be here. If you give me a heads-up—”
“What would be the point of that? No one gets a heads-up. That’s not how it works. But I will tell
