Chapter 43

KATY

Don’t look at me that way.

Pierce said not to break into any more houses. He didn’t say I couldn’t stop by and chat with a friend.

I waited for a passing car to turn the corner onto Main Street and then crossed the road walking closer to the ocean. If someone saw me, hopefully, they would assume I was out for an evening stroll.

Anyway, Pierce never said not to talk to my friends. Even if said friend is the local mobster. Next time Pierce should specify. He’s a business man. I shouldn’t have to tell him it’s all in the details.

My car was still at the police station, parked out back where Anderson left it when he decided not to bail me out of jail. He wouldn’t give me the keys, so until I called his mother and tattled on him, the car would stay there. It was okay, though, because with Pierce having me followed it’s much easier to sneak out and visit my… friends, on foot.