Chapter Twelve
His sister was standing outside the sheriff’s office as he pulled up in the back of the same cab, the driver of which had picked him up less than five minutes after he called. He stepped out of the cab after handing the man another twenty, still thinking about the old woman who knew so much. It had been a bombshell, really, but she wouldn’t stick her neck out even though she thought fondly of Chloe.
He knew there had to be more to that story.
Karen looked up from her phone as he strode over and up the steps, taking a second to get a feel for a place that had seemed to embrace a monster and wouldn’t see the truth.
“Well?” was all his sister said in an unusually sharp and demanding tone.
“Well nothing—though I hit the jackpot, so to speak. Talked to an old neighbor of Chl
