Chapter Seven
Mark stared at his ringing phone, seeing the Lancasters’ phone number. For a moment, he felt a kind of hope that Billy Jo had shown up, and he’d drive over and have a talk with her.
“Has she shown up?” was all he said as he stepped out of his Jeep and held the door while the dog jumped out.
There was silence for a second. “No, she hasn’t,” Lesley said. “I was calling you to see if you had any word.”
He wanted to bang his head, holding his cell phone to his ear as he walked back into the station. Gail was at her desk, and the dog strode back to his bed and lay down. Gail was staring at him with that concerned motherly gaze of hers. He only shook his head and ran his hand over the back of his neck.
“No, I was hoping she’d turned up there and that was why you were calling.
