Chapter 13
“Clearly you were distracted,” Ron said as he stepped into the room, carrying a trash bag, then shut the door behind him. He opened the bag and then Dylan stuffed the shirt inside.
“You’ve got to get rid of him,” Dylan said, “and don’t let him know about this.”
“What’s going on?” Chris asked. A nervous energy began to swirl deep inside him.
“We’ve got to go,” Dylan said. “I wouldn’t have come here, but I was afraid something had happened to you.”
“Wait,” Ron said as he held up his right hand and turned toward the door. “He’s on the phone.”
James’s muffled voice made Chris’s heart beat fast, but in a bad way. One sentence came through quite clear. “And the flowers were there?”
He looked at Dylan, then at Ron. Clearly, this wasn’t good. “What’s happening?”