Agent Ryan glanced up from the couch, surprised. His face was pleasant, his suit rumpled. Who had chosen him to guard us? Sheriff Nillson? “I thought you girls had gone to sleep,” he said. He didn’t know Junie had left, which meant at best, he was terrible at keeping track of girls. At worst, it meant he wasn’t here to protect us. He was here to help Sheriff Nillson cover something up, something that required keeping Junie quiet. I swiped at the thoughts buzzing around my head. I was being paranoid. Dad would never in a million trillion years let Nillson hurt Junie, no matter what other
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