Chapter Ten
Billy Jo stared at concrete steps leading up to an impressive home with a manicured lawn, a big circular driveway, and a dozen or more cars, at least. The burgundy car Mark had rented at the airport, meanwhile, was parked on the road behind a pickup with a Confederate sticker on the back bumper.
“So what are we going to say when we go in there?” she said. “You said the detective is meeting us here?”
Mark wore his usual jean jacket and cowboy boots, while she was in a pair of black capris, sandals, and a sleeveless blue and green shirt she’d quickly changed into after Gail had arrived to pick up her cat and Lucky. She knew Gail was thinking this was a last-minute romantic trip away, and she had let her.
“I left him a message, so he could be here already,” Mark said. “We’ll j
