15
I should have seen it coming. I would have, under normal circumstances, but I wasn’t supposed to have to think today. In one, slow, shocked blink of an eye, it all came together. Of course. Who else would have driven Sharkey’s SUV back here but Ken? He must have had a spare key and helped Emmett’s friend move it, before someone else could stumble across it at the launch and call the cops.
“What package?” I asked. “Were you waiting for the Fed Ex guy? Because I didn’t see him.”
I pretended goosebumps engulfed my flesh because I was half naked and the air conditioning vent above my head had just sprung to life. It had nothing to do with preppy, polo-wearing Ken also wearing an expression so ominously calculating it belonged in a mob movie. His hand was as immobile as his face.
“Look,
