Chapter Ten
Sybil’s car had been gone by the time he’d climbed out of the shower. He’d thought he’d heard a car that morning and figured she was likely embarrassed after her escapades of the night before. He was still angry, too. The twenty minutes it had taken him to drive her home had been the first time Sybil had said not a word to him. After saying goodnight, he’d watched her walk into her townhouse at the edge of Roche Harbor.
This morning, as he pulled into the station, he noticed her car was parked outside the coffeehouse, which was a frequent stop for him during the day. The chief’s truck was already there, and he stepped out of his Jeep and pulled his phone out, then thumbed over Billy Jo’s contact info, remembering what Sybil had thought. She was way off base.
Billy Jo wasn’t
