Chapter Nineteen
“She knows something,” Carmen said.
Mark hesitated only a second as he poured coffee into his favorite green mug. Carmen stood right there, dumping sugar and milk into hers, and by the way she said it, she was rattled.
No, she was furious.
“Who are we talking about?” Mark slid the coffeepot back on the burner.
Carmen reached for it and poured, slopping a bit over the side onto the counter. Then she slammed it back on the burner with a clatter, not her usual reserved, calm self. “That nosy friend of yours, Billy Jo.”
Huh!
“Maybe you should elaborate, because it seems I missed the first part of this conversation. What are we talking about? She knows something about what? Did she say something to you? I was kind of wondering what that was about out there between you tw
