Chapter Nine
Owen stepped out of the back and pulled the door closed behind him, taking in Colby on the phone, standing at his desk. The expression on his face was one he hadn’t seen before. There were other lines ringing, and he spotted Therese, her dark hair cut short, her head down, in her deputy uniform. Marcus’s door was closed, yet he could hear the voices from behind it, angry, upset, outraged.
“The phone has been ringing nonstop about the sheriff’s sister,” Colby said. “Apparently, word is out, and accusations are being called in. Every one of these calls is about us fixing a charge because she’s his sister.” Colby was agitated as he held the phone and then pressed another line, saying, “Sheriff’s office.”
He could hear Therese on the phone, too, and it sounded as if she was dea
