CHAPTER 8
KENNEDY AND NICK DIDN’T talk or listen to any music as they raced back to the Lindgrens’. Kennedy was certain she had dreamed up this whole night. She was probably still so jetlagged she was in Carl and Sandy’s guest room coming up with some elaborately bizarre daydream. Or maybe she hadn’t even arrived in Massachusetts yet. Maybe she was dozing off on the plane from Seattle, sitting next to the cute French businessman who would ask her a dozen questions about China when she woke up.
The bus jolted and hopped with every minor bump in the road. Kennedy was afraid she’d get carsick. She clung to the door handle as if she could ground herself that way. That’s what she needed. Some kind of grounding stability.
Nick parked the bus lopsided along the curb since there were two police
