Chapter Fourteen
Something about this moment told him there was no going back. He sat in his Jeep, taking in the house where he’d been just the day before, where the bitter ex now lived with Brice’s former business partner. It was a house that had been the scene of a crime four years earlier, and he was struck now, sitting there in the dark, that not even a crime scene photo existed in the file.
The lights were on in the house, but it was only after nine, and he took in the cars in the driveway: the Mercedes, the blue compact off to the side, and a dark pickup he hadn’t seen before. He considered how he was going to play this.
“Well, now or never, I guess.” He reached for the handle of his door and pulled.
“Mark, hold up a second.” Billy Jo touched his arm, and he turned back to her.
