CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
Ilse slammed the door as she took the two steps from the street to the elevated sidewalk and scowled in the direction of the small townhouse centering the street. The left side of the duplex had police officers moving in and out. A woman wrapped in a shawl was sobbing next to a female officer who was trying to speak to the woman.
Ilse hesitated then scowled. “Thought they said the mother was on the way to the precinct,” she muttered.
Sawyer, at her side, just shrugged, shaking his head. He ignored the bawling woman and stepped right past, moving towards the front door. One of the cops recognized Sawyer and tipped his head in a greeting that Tom returned.
Ilse hesitated near the sobbing woman, wondering if she ought to comfort her. Sawyer though, gave an insistent t
