Chapter Eight
“I won’t be gone long,” Marcus said to Alison. “Charlotte is upstairs, sleeping, so let her sleep. I’m not too keen about leaving, but I have to stop in and take care of a few things.”
Marcus was still bothered by the call from Harold. After a late-night emergency city council meeting, they had been ordered to handle some campers in the park. It wasn’t something he could pass off to his deputy.
He took in his niece, who wore a baggy sweatshirt and sweats, as well as a nose ring he hadn’t noticed the night before. Her dark hair was shoulder length, and her feet were bare, but at least she’d worn boots to trudge across the street, coatless, after Jenny put Eva in the back of her Jeep to take her to school.
“Sure, I can do that,” Alison said, pulling out the earbuds plugged
