Chelsea stomped back toward the living room, Tuttle tail-gating her the whole way. Walden was shuffling through papers in the Selsia parent’s desk, muttering to himself.
“No,” Chelsea spat.
”’No’ what?” Walden inquired.
“I have no relatives. No brothers, sisters, cousins, grandparents, aunts, or uncles,” she clarified.
“That’s not what this desk says to me,” Walden contradicted. “Your parents wrote several letters to your aunt Regina. Psh, what kind of name is Regina?”
Chelsea slapped him clear across the face. He looked shocked, angry, and confused.
“The girl is right,” Tuttle cut in. “We must stay on task.”
He began clicking and typing away at the computer.
“That’s right,” he confirmed. “There’s a Regina Selsia in Connecticut. Grab your things and let’s go.”
“Wh-what?” Chelsea stammered.
“Fine then, don’t bring anything,” Walden shouted like a child before shoving her into hand-cuffs and walking her outside.
In the front lot was nothing but her parent’s car. The “officers” shoved her in the back and drove.