Chapter Nine
“Pam, I’m leaving to go for dinner,” Billy Jo called out to the small and mostly empty office as she slid her files and notes into her bag. Tonight, she’d finish typing up her latest report on a complaint about a kid. It was from a neighbor, apparently, and the allegations were alarming.
“Hey, Grant is holding on the line for you,” Pam replied, peeking around the corner into Billy Jo’s cubby. Her dark hair was pulled back, and she wore freshly applied pink lipstick and a casual light brown sweater. “He says he tried your cell phone, but it went to voicemail.”
Billy Jo reached in her bag and pulled her cell phone out, seeing that the battery was dead. “Suppose you can’t tell him you missed me and I’m now gone for the day?”
Pam’s dimples popped. “Grant would have my head on
