Chapter 27
“By Tanner Mathis?” I asked.
The old man looked away from me but nodded.
Hannah held up her own buzzing cell phone, looked at the screen and said, “I’m so sorry, It’s the sitter. I better go out and call her.” She shot me a look as she walked out of the room.
Internally, I shuddered but I smiled at Horace and tried to control the shock I could feel creeping all the way up to my eyes. I had the distinct feeling I was sitting just a few feet away from a double murderer and now I was going to have to face him alone. I tried to play it cool.
“Hannah is in culinary school,” I said.
“She ah, she mentioned that already.”
“Right. Sorry. She was actually supposed to have class tonight but they had some problem over at their building,” I lied as smoothly as I could manage. “I hope
