“I want to speak to Sheriff Ward.”
Maggie frowned.
“I don’t care if he has an appointment. It’s Lilith Sinclair, and I want to speak to himnow.”
There was another pause.
“Hi, Rodney. I heard about the fire at the old firehouse. I would like to know the details.”
Why would her aunt care about that?
“So, no suspects?”
Maggie almost rolled her eyes. Of course there were no suspects. That would require Ward to actually work.
“Okay. I need you to let me know if there’s an update.”
Maggie’s frown deepened.
“Yes, it’s my business. I need to know that I’m safe in the town I live in. What’s to say this dangerous arsonist isn’t going to attack residential homes?”
Another pause.
“I know Maggie was there. Me wanting an update has nothing to do with that girl.”
She should probably be used to her aunt referring to her asthat girl. It still wasn’t nice.
“Just keep me updated, Rodney.” She hung up, muttering words to herself that Maggie couldn’t make out.
Her aunt stood, but her phone immediately rang.
“Nel, hi, darling.”
Lilith was friends with Nel?
“Yes, getting changed for brunch now. I took the earlier yoga class, which wasn’t the same, but for you, I was happy to swap it.”
Maggie wrinkled her nose at her aunt’s sweet tone. It was weird and unfamiliar and felt fake.
When her aunt hung up, she walked toward the wardrobe.
Oh no…
Maggie was a millisecond away from outing herself to save Polly when the doorbell dinged.
Please God, let it be Ethan.
Lilith left the room, and the second her footsteps hit the stairs, Maggie rolled out from under the bed and the wardrobe doors opened.
“That was close,” Polly whispered. “How do we get downstairs though? We can’t get down without her seeing us from the front door.”
“I know a way out.” Maggie grabbed Polly’s wrist and tugged her out of her aunt’s room and across the hall to her old bedroom.
She closed the door softly before racing to the window and tugging it.
It didn’t budge.
She tried again. Still nothing. Crap. Had her aunt done something? Sealed it shut?
