Blaise Harleen had basically caught us!
I tried to calm my racing heart after Callan locked the door behind me for lunch, but my stomach was in knots.
What if he says something to someone? His father? What if Callan’s wife finds out about it?
What if he says something to someone? His father? What if Callan’s wife finds out about it?“Don’t worry,” Callan said, sitting at his desk.
After scurrying farther into the room, I glanced at the chair he must’ve placed across his desk. In front of it was a container of freshly baked food from what looked like Stop and Shop and a bag of … pickle-flavored chips?
“What’s this?” I asked.
“Pickle-flavored chips. You had some in your car last night,” he said sheepishly. “I saw them through the back window.”
The chips had been in my backseat from my
