Chapter Eight
Pulling up with Wyoming cops on his brother’s quiet street would have the neighbors talking, especially since the cops were now out of their car and walking up to Chloe’s door. It was the kind of scene that attracted attention.
Luke hung back only because Marcus had asked him to. There was a time to push and there was a time to listen to his brother.
The knock was loud. “Sheriff’s department! Chloe Welch, open up. We have a warrant for your arrest,” Marcus called out in a tone that was all business.
Luke remembered something else she’d said, how friends suddenly weren’t friends anymore when you were seen as guilty, even before you’d been convicted. He listened to the deadbolt and hadn’t expected to see Suzanne on the other side of the door when it opened. She wore a blue
