Then two police cars pulled up outside.
My stomach dropped so fast I actually grabbed the kitchen counter.
“Justin.”
He looked up.
Two officers were already coming up our walkway.
“What?”
“Stay here.”
Of course, he followed me anyway.
Two officers were already coming up our walkway.
Both looked serious.
“Ma’am, is your son the boy who’s been mowing lawns around the neighborhood?”
I opened the door before they could knock.
“Can I help you?”
The older officer glanced past me.
“Ma’am, is your son the boy who’s been mowing lawns around the neighborhood?”
Every horrible possibility entered my head at once.
“Have you been visiting a small blue house near the end of Hawthorne Street?”
“Yes. Why?”
Justin stepped beside me.
“I haven’t broken anything.”
The officer looked at him.
“What’s your name?”
My hands started shaking.
“Justin.”
“Have you been visiting a small blue house near the end of Hawthorne Street?”
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