Chapter Eight
She didn’t need to walk into the police station to know that everything Todd had said was completely f****d up. But it was correct, she realized, as she waited on hold with Grant after seeing his text about another case.
She realized no one was going to be looking for Shay, and she was sick over it.
No, she was furious.
She stood beside Mark’s Jeep, which was parked beside her Corolla, and watched him through the window of the station, talking to a man she realized had to be the chief, who had evidently come in on his day off after all. He was older, bald, with a thick mustache. He was rounder in the middle but the same height as Mark, and all she could see was the chief talking and Mark saying not a word. He gave a shake of his head with a pissed-off expression.
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