Chapter 22
FBI Log: Day Two, Addendum
Big explosion at the Harrison house. And it’s all my fault.
When Ben came home, I told him about the guy who showed up this afternoon.
His fury was mind-boggling, like something out of a Tarantino movie.
Ben bounced through the house screaming, first at me, then at Amber, cursing in his rage.
I don’t have the energy even to paraphrase what he said.
Suffice it to say, he was scary, out of control.
Amber cried. I was ready to cry too; I was this close to being punched in the face or fired or both.
After the worst of it was over, Amber tried to calm him, but it didn’t work.
He went storming off into his office and slammed the door.
At some point later he went up to his bedroom and slammed that door too.
Then it got very quiet in the house. Amber tried to apologize for his behavior, saying he’s been stressed lately, a lot on his mind, yada-yada. But we both knew the truth. Clearly, this was not the first time he’d been like that.
I feel sorry for her.
I thought Ben Harrison was just a mean guy, but it’s more than that. He’s not just mean. The guy is scared. Very, very scared.