I should have gone right to Crew. Or Dad. Instead, about twenty minutes later, I sat in a different kind of hot water, the best kind, with my chin in bubbles and the B&B none the worse for wear for my absence, mind spinning.
The two places I did my best thinking? Running and in the tub. But honestly, I just needed a little pampering right now. I'd escaped a possibly terrible fate thanks to Jared's kindness and understanding. And thanks to the file sitting on my dresser, hopefully everything with Petunia's would get sorted out in short order. But I had suspects to consider and wasn't all that hopeful Crew wouldn't look at my dad even more carefully considering the new evidence against me generated by that piece of crap I used to live with. Or turn his attention back on me, for that matter, though the only one really at risk of imminent death at this point was Ryan. The creep.