Chapter Eighteen
Grizz held her hand as they walked down the stairs. His fingers were crushing hers, but Patty didn’t complain. Whatever was about to happen, they would face this together as husband and wife, a united front that the law couldn’t pull apart.
Grizz let go of her hand and offered his to the sheriff standing in the large living room.
“Good to see you again, Sergeant Hayes,” said the sheriff.
“You too, Sheriff Declan.”
Again? When had Grizz seen him the first time? Keaton and Brenda sat side by side on a small couch. Mac leaned against the fireplace.
“Any change in Deputy Newman?” asked Grizz. “Has he come out of the coma?”
Coma? When had Newman slipped into a coma? And how come Grizz knew and didn’t tell her?
“He’s awake, but still a bit out of it.” The sheriff’s eyes
