Chapter 100

Jessie glances into the rearview mirror as if to make sure the paper’s safe and says again, softly, “No one told me, Mike. It isMichael, right? Laura’s boy?” When I nod, she asks, “How’s she doing, anyway?”

I force a laugh. “You picked the wrong son to kidnap if you want the inside scoop on my mom,” I tell her.

“I didn’t kidnap you,” she points out. I can feel her looking at me so I keep my face turned studiously away, my gaze on the houses we drive by. “You got in the car willingly enough. I’m just giving you a ride back to the house, that’s all. Nothing to get excited about.”