Chapter 7
Powwow
Clint hurried over to the stairs to help his wife the rest of the way down, then led her over to where the others were gathered in the social room. Charlie caught Billie’s stare as she gratefully sat on one of the chairs.
“Did you see them?” Billie inquired.
Charlie nodded. “Yeah. Some of them look fresh, too.”
“You’re talking about the bruises, aren’t you?” Brew questioned. He sat bent over, propping his elbows on his knees and his hands in front of him.
Charlie nodded again. “Yeah. And I wouldn’t be surprised if there were more we don’t know about.”
Brew turned to Billie. “You said we need to take photos of her injuries, right? How are we going to do that unless we have her permission?”
“That’s the kicker. We need her permission,” Billie answered. “I have no dou
