That night, Calvin appeared at our front door.
“I informed Xander of the problem,” he said immediately, without niceties or greetings, as I showed him into the living room. “He thinks it’s best to keep you out of this guy’s reach.”
He sat down and cleared his throat before continuing. “We’re moving you into a house he owns outside of Boston until the authorities can deal with Pete.”
I started to decline the offer, but Dad put his hand on my arm.
“Suzanne,” he said. “This is serious. You’re in danger. As long as Pete is at large, I think we should accept this offer.”
He had a good point, but I didn’t want Xander to think I was agreeing to his original proposal.
“This is temporary,” I said. “And no string attached as far as Xander is concerned. We really appreciate his help, and we don’t want… him to go to any personal trouble.”
“Got it,” Calvin said, shooting a text off to Xander. “I’m sure he’ll be fine with that. We’ll come pick you up tomorrow.”