The Trap
A Billy Jo McCabe Mystery
What was that sound?
The ringing came from a distance as Billy Jo stared at the arrogant redhead. He seemed to look right through her…
When she jolted awake, she realized it was her phone ringing from somewhere in the apartment.
Mark Friessen had been in her dreams.
She tossed back the covers, and her bare feet hit the icy floor in the pitch black. She flicked on her bedside light and hurried out of the bedroom. Her cell phone was on the island in the kitchen, and the screen was lit up when she landed on it.
“Hello?” she said, then cleared her throat, still feeling the cobwebs of sleep and her anger at how Mark had looked at her. The red digital clock on the stove read 1:10 a.m.
“Ms. McCabe, this is the program director from DCFS. I’m fillin
