Chapter Ten
He gestured ahead. “Next right. You said Brenda Burns, is it?” She’d shown him the note and the address she’d scribbled down, and all he’d done was nod.
“Yeah, a complaint from a neighbor, Cecily Tucker, who’s convinced Ms. Burns is going to hurt her baby.” She pulled down the gravel driveway, seeing a small house and a bigger one in the distance. She jammed her foot on the brake to slow down.
Mark gestured ahead again. “Here, pull up, the first house.”
“Is this one property?” She didn’t see any house numbers, just the one by the road.
“Yeah. There’s often more than one house per address on the island.”
She took in how cramped he appeared in the front seat of her Corolla, still wondering about his earlier comment. Who was he fighting with?
She parked beside a small white
