Chapter Six
Mark tapped on Billy Jo’s office door, taking in the woman who meant everything to him. She was scrolling through something on her laptop, sitting in her chair, one hand squeezing her chin. She looked over to him.
“I need to head out to the station,” he said. “You going to be okay here?” When he spotted Lucky curled up on the sofa, the dog lifted his head but didn’t jump down.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Billy Jo said with an edge in her voice. She slid around in her chair and let out a heavy sigh, then linked her hands over the flat of her stomach, not pulling her gaze from him, unsettled.
“Oh, I don’t know. With the way you went at Pam out there, I just wanted to make sure I didn’t leave here only to have to respond to a 911 because you’ve killed her.”
She narrowed her gaze. Th
