Chapter 19
“It’s starting to ease up out there,” Jed said, standing by the window. “Is Mark still not picking up?”
The darkness was just giving way to the dawn as another call to Mark went to voicemail.
“No,” she said, feeling the bite as she spat it out furiously. She couldn’t be nice. She was so damn helpless and worried. “I don’t know why he’s not answering.”
She gripped the back of Lacy’s empty chair with one hand, hearing her over at the coffee maker, pouring water. The aroma of freshly ground coffee lingered. Billy Jo was so past tired, but she knew she’d never be able to sleep.
“Why won’t he pick up?” she said. “He goes on and on about me not letting him in and not returning his calls when I’m busy or working, as if he’s keeping track of me during the day, and now he can’t pick
