CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE
Earlier, Chloe thought Ruthanne had looked like a scared dog inside the interrogation room. But now, as she was forced to watch things unfold from the other side of the glass again, it was Chloe who felt like a dog. Only she imagined this might be what a dog felt like when it was chained to a post and really wanted to get after the maimed rabbit at the edge of the yard, wanting to tear its throat out.
It was made worse by the fact that she was in the observation room alone. Greene had joined Peterson in the interrogation room. As she watched, both men stood on the opposite side of the table from Ruthanne. Greene held a manila envelope under his arm. Ruthanne had noticed it and couldn’t seem to take her eyes away from it.
Peterson wasted no time with pleasantries this
