Chapter Eleven
“Are you planning on telling me what you said to Cecily?” Billy Jo said. “Because I have to add it to the report I’ll be typing up tonight.”
Something about riding in the passenger side of a small compact with someone else behind the wheel put him on edge. Mark didn’t trust anyone’s driving until he got to know that person. Also, he was still bothered by the way Brenda had looked at him and the situation she’d found herself in.
“Yeah, according to Cecily, her dreams are prophecies.” He took in the street Billy Jo was driving up. The clock in her car said they were ten minutes late.
“Prophecies… You’re kidding, right?”
He only shook his head, remembering the older woman, her light hair, her blue eyes, and the small yappy dog she had held the entire time he was there in h
