Chapter Thirty-Five-Delaney

Her legs felt like Jell-O but the best kind. It had been unexpected, in her dad's closet floor, but she felt lighter from his touch. Everything about it was spontaneous, something she hadn't felt in ages.

Maybe since her freshman year of college, and everything felt new. Delaney got into the driver's seat of her car, and waited on Patch to slide into the passenger side. His stormy gaze shifted to her, and she smirked.

It was on a whirlwind that she found that box with the storage key in it, and luckily, Beth was dumb enough to keep the number printed on the tag. "What do you think is in it?" he asked, stretching his legs out in front of him.

She shrugged. "Weird old people décor. Or her abundance of car decorations."

Patch laughed. "So you don't think she could have anything to do with The South Side?"

"I don't know Patch. Beth? It's hard to envision, ya know? She's Betty Homemaker."

"You're right, but I think it's the perfect disguise. No one would ever expect it to be her.