Julianne insisted that he go and not worry about her. She promised to stay put at the Eyes headquarters, and Bradley assigned a guard to be with her, just in case. She stayed in her room, on the couch, enjoying some quiet time of reflection. Maybe enjoying wasn’t the right word, but it felt good for a moment to feel safe, to have a moment to say some prayers and try to sort out all of her chaotic thoughts. What if Darrell wasn’t alive? What if someone was bent on pulling her into the middle of things? Why would they do that? Why would they kill Darrell’s family? Perhaps Darrell had made someone mad—mad enough that they’d hurt his family. But why show up now and impersonate him? She tapped her nails on the arm of the couch, trying for the umpteenth time to make sense of things. Did they think that Julianne had something of Darrell’s that they wanted? She had very few of his things when he passed away.
