Chapter 25
Let me be real for a moment. There’s a scene here, a whole bit that plays out when Detective Peterson comes to the house.
I could tell you how Dylan and I eavesdrop from the bottom of the stairs, which we do (completely missing a clue right in front of our eyes), and how Dad catches us, which he does.
I could tell you that nobody tells Detective Peterson about the whole Bec’s-a-liar thing, the existence of a whole other “Nicky” love child who is not Bec, or the Aunty-Vinka-and-the-drugs thing, and that I don’t say a word about GG’s son being alive (is it just me or is this more missing mystery kids than one family deserves?), even though Laura reckons the cops already know all about it.
But that’s less because we’re circling the family wagons to protect our many and varied secrets and more because it doesn’t come up: The cops are here to talk about Rob, not GG.
Specifically, they’re having trouble tracking down his family, and also his phone, and want to know if we can help.
We kind of can’t. (Actually, we could have if someone had done a better job of cleaning the kitchen, but now I’m just being a tease.)
I could write all this down here and let you sift through the clues and see what little tidbits everyone let slip and all that business, but here’s the thing: We’re approaching endgame here, and, with so few pages of the book left between your hand and the back cover, you just want to know who did it and how I find out. I get it, I do.
So, the only important thing you need to know from this whole drawn-out and another thing encounter with the cops is that Rob’s “accident” is being treated as an attempted homicide, thanks to some skid marks that make the cops think he was targeted.
A big deal, yes, but aren’t you glad I just kept it tight?
You’re welcome. Also, it might be relevant to note that there’s a very good reason the cops can’t find Rob’s phone, but you won’t find out why until a bit later—I don’t even know about that yet.
Anyway, we’ve got bigger things to deal with in a sec.