Chapter 13The doorbell chimed as soon as they stepped into the foyer from the garage. Joe stretched to open the front door and reached to shake the man's hand. “Come in.”
The man stepped inside and eagerly reached for Abi's outstretched hand. “Detective Britto, ma'am. Chad Britto.” He pulled at his bushy mustache and beard and looked more like a construction worker than the image she had of modern-day police detectives who wore suits. If she saw him on the street the way he was dressed in jeans and a shirt, Abi would never guess he was a peace officer. Only now, as he shrugged out of his jacket exposing the shoulder holster and g*n, did she associate him with law enforcement. His muscular chest and powerful looking arms said he spent a lot of time in a gym. He was near their ages and stoo
