(Kendall)
My phone rang about an hour later, breaking through the tense quiet that had settled over the living room. Dad's name flashed on the screen.
"Here we go," I muttered, answering the call. "Hi, Dad."
"Kendall, I've made some arrangements." His voice had that business tone he used when he was handling something he considered serious. "I'm hiring someone to help with this situation." I knew it. He wasn't going to stop, not when it came to me. I should be used to this, but I guess I wasn't.
I sat up straighter. "What do you mean?"
"A private investigator. His name is Derek Sullivan. He specializes in this kind of thing, and he's going to work alongside the police to figure out who's behind these threats."
Jaxon and Zoe both looked at me with raised eyebrows. I put the phone on s
