Chapter Thirteen
He’d been watching Chloe in the rear-view mirror, and she paled as they drove toward the state line, with safety waiting on the other side.
“Bessie is a nice old woman, and she did tell me not to go forward,” she said. “ She told me to keep my head down and ignore it, but I just figured it was because of some of the things that have happened to her. I saw her treated with indignity too many times to count. I wonder if she even saw it.”
“So why didn’t you say from the beginning that someone else saw Dirk walking out of that house? It seems you were ready to take the bullet alone.” He turned in the passenger seat, hearing the leather swish under him. Karen gripped the steering wheel, listening to the back and forth.
“I asked her, and she said no. There was a time to push
