“Shane,” he yelled, and I braced myself for the worst. I had little doubt he’d received the less-than-good news about the trouble Shane had gotten himself into. “He’s at practice,” I said, walking out of the parlor where I’d been watching television. He frowned. “I thought he was suspended.” I wasn’t touching this one with a ten-foot pole, but I had little choice but to say something since he was waiting for my answer. “Just for a few days.” “Just for a few days,” he said, brows shooting to his hairline. Miss Akin walked into the entry. “Welcome home, Mr. Williams.” “Thank you, Miss Akin.” Setting his briefcase down, he gave her a hug. “I am so sorry about your friend.” “Thank you, sir.” Taking a step away, he glanced at me. “You look tired.” I didn’t doubt it. I was exhausted from lack of sleep and my constant fear of Laria showing up when I least expected it.
