CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
Chloe looked at Ruthanne through the one-way glass. The woman looked like a dog that had been scolded, tossed into a cage, and wasn’t sure who to trust. There was a rather humane moment where Chloe felt bad for her. It was clear that Ruthanne Carwile had never expected to spend a second of her privileged life in an interrogation room. She was looking around the room as if she had stepped through a doorway into another world.
There were two men in the room with her—a cop who stood by the door with his arms folded over his chest, and a Pinecrest detective named Peterson. Their presence seemed to jolt her. It had been Chloe and Greene who had come to her house, after all. She had likely been expecting to see a familiar face while she was being questioned.
“Will I get t
