Before I could answer, Alejandro came into the hall behind me, turning pale. My hand shot to the doorframe. “What’s going on? What did my son do?”
Officer Daniels looked at him, then back at me. “Ma’am, are you aware of what your son did yesterday? He’s not under arrest, but someone wants to thank him. We need you both to come outside.”
A minute later, we stepped onto the porch. There was a patrol car at the curb, and next to it stood Nathan, Elena‘s father, holding his officer’s hat in his hands. He asked the squad to bring us over to his place.
Ten minutes later, we pulled up outside Nathan’s house. Inside, Elena and Jillian were waiting at the kitchen table with a massive breakfast spread. But what caught Alejandro‘s eye was a brand-new, polished guitar case leaning against the wall.
