Chapter 9
Lori’s ankle throbbed where she’d twisted it like a rotten tooth. Pain shot up her calf and down her into foot, and her other leg ached, too. Her head hurt, as well, and her whole body shook from exhaustion and fear.
She sat on the landing at the foot of the stairs where Jack had deposited her. He’d carried her down, scooping her up from the floor and cradling her like a baby in his arms, brushing past Brandt with a terse, “I got her.”
Now the lights in the kitchen were on, bright and glaring, adding insult to injury. Lori had her head in her hands, shielding her eyes from the overheads. She was still drunk, damn it, and the beer and the pain were conspiring together to make her eyes tear up. It didn’t help that Jack and Brandt were at it again, Jack digging through the kitche
