Chapter Seventeen
She was sleeping on his bed, the dog beside her.
Mark jumped on his phone as soon as it rang.
“Mark, it’s the chief here. Listen, we found him. It had nothing to do with Carly and Jim. It turned out to be a mechanic, a man by the name of Scott Floyd. Seems his kids were yanked from him, put in foster care, and he blamed her. He was trying to scare her. You should know, too, that he had been watching her.”
Mark turned to see Billy Jo standing in the doorway. Evidently, she’d heard his phone ring.
He didn’t know what to say to her to make this better. He’d seen the haunted look in her eyes after what Carly had said to her. She was a cruel woman, in his mind. He’d stood there outside that curtain, at a loss, hearing what she said and knowing his words would do nothing.
