CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Nick must have asked me if I was going to be okay at least twenty times before he left. I assured him each time that I had no intention of overdosing or blowing my brains out over the situation. As aggravating (and potentially perilous) as it was for me, it only redoubled my resolve to find the actual perpetrator or at least prove that I did nothing but report a crime.
Rather than stewing over what seemed like rather threadbare evidence against me, I turned my attention back to my lists of names from the Harcourt retinue. Perhaps one of them could tell me about the neighbors.
