Her smug grin wasn’t long evaporating when a phone call from Gibsie had us driving back to Lover Boy’s house to return the phone he’d left in the back seat last night. Yeah, Shannon’s tune had taken a drastic change by the time I parked up outside the manor, and it was my turn to revel in her discomfort. She refused point-blank to get out of the car, so I gave up on trying to convince her otherwise and left her to it.
