Chapter Thirty-Five
Lena arrived back home, parked in the driveway and laid her head on the steering wheel. Chance was at day care, so she was alone. Her injured cheek throbbed with pain and she wondered if it was broken. As the morning grew hotter and more humid, the heavy make-up she’d applied to hide the bruising was coming off. Lena looked in the visor mirror: her bruised face was purple and swollen.
What to do now that Jason had mysteriously vanished? They needed to get their stories straight. She could email him. But when she got into the home office she remembered the computers had been taken away by the police. She couldn’t phone or text him. When she’d tried to earlier, Jason’s ring tone had sounded from behind the printer on Mark’s desk. Thank goodness she’d found it before the
