Chapter 117

Lauren rinsed the lunch dishes and placed them in the dishwasher. She glanced out the side window toward the drive numerous times, expecting Chase to be back with her parents. Her cell phone rang, and she yanked it out of her back pocket.

"Hello," Lauren said, without checking caller ID.

"Lauren, it's Janelle."

"Jan, it's so wonderful to hear your voice. How are you?"

"I'm freezing my ass off here," Janelle said.

"It's winter, girl. It's cold here too, with lots of snow on the ground. Great for

snowmobiling."

Janelle didn't say anything, so Lauren asked, "Jan, you still there?"

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry. I want to tell you something and I'm not sure how to say it."

"Hey, in all the years we've been friends, and there were quite a few, you've never been at a

loss for words. Just spit it out." Lauren said, holding the phone under her chin.

　"Clint's out," Janelle spat out.

"What? I must have heard you wrong. Clint can't be out of prison yet. He has another year

or two." Lauren's