Chapter 17 The Door He Didn't Close Behind Him

Joey POV

The phone kept ringing on the counter, five rings, six, my mother staring at it like it might bite her if she reached too fast.

"Don't answer it," Holt said, standing now, his chair scraping back hard enough to make my mother flinch a second time.

"It's your grandfather," she said. "If I...

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