Epilogue
Mark couldn’t figure out what was different. The chief was in his office, Gail was at her desk, and Carmen was on the phone, dealing with some complaint about a stolen lawnmower.
As he sat at his desk, listening to the phone ring, he took in Lucky, who was lapping fresh water from a steel bowl.
Gail answered the phone before he could reach for it. “Roche Harbor Police Department,” she said. She lifted her bag onto her desk and stood up, pulling three files from it. “Who can I say is calling?” she asked before pressing the hold button and staring over to him. She gestured as she settled the phone back into the cradle. “Fife Gattenburg, line two.”
All Mark could do was stare at her, realizing who this was. “You mean the California lawyer who owns the property where Billy Jo w
