It was totally unfamiliar to her- Even the street name hardly rang a bell. But, the GPS clipped to the handlebars said it was within town boundaries, meaning it was fair game. She rolled her eyes, flicked down
(Then Jill died, and I was all, “A-ha! Here’s our twelve, and clearly Grayson will be the Judas.”) That’s a me problem, not a Butler problem, of course, but it’s a sign of how loudly I felt that bell was being rung—and then they find a place to settle and the book...