Ellery said, “but I’m not leaving.” She injected what she hoped was a powerful dose of authority into her voice. She and her father had been engaged in this argument during the entire drive home from the show. He kept insisting she check into a hotel and she firmly refused. What was the point? The press could find her just as easily at a hotel as they could at her house. At least if she was home, she’d have her studio, her own bed, and maybe she’d be able to deduce what the feds had been looking for based on what had been taken. Wherever she was, she wasn’t going to wait around and play defense, and it would be easier to mount an offense if she was in a familiar setting. He pulled into the driveway and put the car in park. “Fine,” he said. “I know how you are once you’ve made up your mind.” “I hope you’re not about to deny that your genes have anything to do with my stubborn streak,” Ellery said in an effort to break the tension.
