Chapter 22
Drew paced the bedroom at Aunt Erin’s house. He’d about had a heart attack when his dad called and said the sheriff was at the house with a search warrant.
What if they found the secret compartment? If Ben Logan discovered it, he would never believe Drew had found the gun beside Jenny’s body. Then there was the money. How would he explain that? He should have turned it in Sunday.
But if he admitted to being at the house and found Jenny dead, no one would believe he didn’t do it, especially since he took the gun. And now he didn’t know what to do.
Jenny was the only person who understood him. She hadn’t thought he was a horrible person when he told her how mad he was at God. She’d responded just like his mom would have.
“I don’t know why your mama got sick, but it wasn’t God’s fault. Cancer is one of those evil things in the world that God hates. Your mom was a believer, like you, and that means she’s in a better place. You’ll see her again one day.”
Drew wasn’t sure how he felt about that.
Now Jenny was dead. Didn’t seem like God had helped her much.
Was Jenny killed because of the money or what was in the box?
He hadn’t opened it yet—probably needed to, but he’d stayed as far away from what was under the floor as he could, like it was a snake that might bite him.
Drew rubbed his face. If only Jenny hadn’t died. Could he talk to Tori? He’d almost come clean with her earlier, then he got scared. No one knew he had the money and the box. If that’s what got Jenny killed, and whoever killed her found out he had it, they might kill him and his whole family.
And the money. What was he going to do with it? He’d probably never know where she got it and why. It was hard to believe she’d done something illegal . . . but why else would she hide it?
He sank onto the bed and held his head in his hands. Drew didn’t know what to do, and he had no one to turn to.