“But where was her kid?” Chantelle filed some papers in the four stack file cabinet and turned to face Mark and Guy. “Where is her little girl?”
Mark looked at Guy. Guy stared back at him. Both shook their heads. How stupid was that? They both knew she had a kid, Mark especially, but neither had checked to see where she was.
“I figured that since Katty was pounding on Mrs. Nos—er, Agatha’s trailer to get in, that Bea was with her. That Agatha was babysitting for her.”
Guy stood. “I’ll check to see if Katty is still passed out.”
Mark shook his head. “I shoulda looked. I should have asked.” He avoided Chantelle’s accusing eyes. “I didn’t even think.” He glanced at her. “Okay. I didn’t think.”
Buzz.
He checked his phone. Not now Mom. He was legitimately being thrashed by Chantelle, with
