Chapter Thirty-One
Maggie stood alone on the dark porch as Diane left with Sam, Marcie, and a sleeping Kyla. When Sam returned from the barn, his face held an edge she hadn’t seen since first meeting him at the hospital after Marcie’s accident.
Sam didn’t reply when she asked him if he’d found out what was going on with Richard and Dan. He only nodded and then packed Marcie and Kyla up, gesturing to Diane in their cop-talk way of knowing what the other was thinking.
As she watched the light drift out of the barn, she understood Sam’s frustration. Richard could be a stubborn jerk. He’d always been a secretive and selfish bastard who never shared when it came to handling his problems. Those were the words he always used, “his problems.” He’d never ask for help—ever. Even when something ca
