Chapter Thirteen
Her shoes were clean.
Billy Jo bolted upright in bed. Her cat, Harley, who had been sleeping on her chest, let out a meow of disgust as he hopped around and tried to resettle himself. She rested her hand on him, realizing now what had bothered her the night before: Shay said she’d gotten lost in the woods on a hike, but her shoes were too clean. No, she knew she was being lied to.
The fact that Shay had been found should’ve been enough. But it wasn’t, not by a long shot, because Shay’s expression the night before had been something Billy Jo would never forget. For a moment, she had felt as if she were looking backwards in time at herself at that age, when she’d hated everyone and trusted no one.
Her hand went right to her cell phone. She took in the chief’s number and
