CHAPTER 20
“How are you holding up, kiddo?” Carl certainly looked different behind the wheel of his Honda when they weren’t getting gunned down by a crazed criminal.
“I’m exhausted.” Kennedy shut her eyes. All the nurse had given her after the horse pill was some directions about changing the bandages.
“Well, the good news is we’ll be home soon. And just so you know, Sandy’s probably still awake,” he warned. “She’ll want to see for herself that you’re well taken care of.”
Kennedy was glad for the warning. If Carl’s wife was awake, it would take ten or twenty minutes at minimum to tell the entire story over tea, but Kennedy could handle that. The Lindgrens were about as close a thing to family as Kennedy had in Cambridge, and Christmas season was a lousy time to be alone. At least Drisk
