“Andy wasn’t in bed. Did you see him downstairs anywhere?” “I, uh… I think he was out on the back porch.” “I see.” “But I’m not sure. I didn’t talk to him or anything.” Nina gives me a look like she doesn’t believe one word I’m saying. Which is fair enough, since it’s all lies. “I’ll go check on him.” “And I’ll head up to my room.” She nods and pushes past me, jostling my shoulder. My heart is pounding. I can’t push away the feeling that I’ve made a terrible mistake crossing Nina Winchester. Yet I can’t seem to stop myself.
