“How could they do this to you?” she almost sobbed. She told us that the few hours we’d been gone had seemed like days and that she’d been losing her mind with worry. “Now, now, there’s nothing to worry about, dear,” Dad said, putting his arms around the two of us. “Shelby has promised me that she’s going to give up her life of crime.” “That’s not funny, Randall!” I giggled, but inside I was worried about Greg. I’d heard that the police are allowed to lie in order to trick people into confessions. What if they told Greg I had said something about him? Would he know they were making it up? My fears were allayed a few hours later when he showed up at our house. “Looking for your partner in crime, are you?” I heard my father’s voice at the door. I flew down the hallway and gave Dad a quick poke in the ribs, just to let him know I’d heard what he’d said. Then I hugged Greg, not caring who was watching. “Hey.” His smile made my insides all mush. “I just came by to see if you were all right.
