CHAPTER 23
THE LINDGRENS WERE still sleeping when Nick and Kennedy entered his apartment. She headed straight for the couch. What a night.
Or morning.
Whatever.
She stretched out, feeling the exhaustion seep out of the pores of her legs. She shut her eyes, realizing for the first time what a tension headache she had developed.
Noah was innocent. She knew that as clearly as she knew the periodic table. He couldn’t have killed his dad. He was out all night. She’d heard him say so herself. Sure, it’d be embarrassing to admit he’d been at a gay bar, and not everyone would swallow his side of the story. But wasn’t that still better than having people think he’d murdered his own dad?
She kept replaying Detective Drisklay’s recitation from earlier that day. Or night. Whichever it was. He ma
