Chapter Eighteen
As he sat in his pickup truck, Luke thumbed through his phone and his contacts, staring at her name, Rosemary Brooks, from Indiana, and her number. He was parked at the end of his brother’s street, where the yellow crime scene tape was now gone.
What was he supposed to do with her? Jess had left the decision up to him, but then there was Marcus, who expected him to take care of every loose end of this shitshow so no part of it could ever touch his family again, and that would include Rosemary.
He considered what to say, what to do, as he stared at the phone number of a woman he wasn’t sure how he felt about. When he met her, her name, what she did, and why she’d been there in his hotel bar had been shrouded in deception. He was still having a hard time getting his head
