Chapter Thirteen
Billy Jo slid her bag over her shoulder and closed her car door. The lights were out at Lorne and Lesley Lancaster’s house, leaving her standing in total darkness on the isolated property. As she looked around, she had the odd sense that anything could happen, and it had the hairs on the back of her neck standing up.
She pulled out her cell phone and flicked the flashlight on to shine it at her darkened stairs. Since she had planned to come back and change before dinner, she hadn’t left her outside light on that morning. She climbed the steps, fighting the urge to look back.
When had the detective changed from a pain in the ass, an arrogant jerk, to a man who was so damn supportive of her for reasons she couldn’t figure out? Then there was Carly, who had made her feel s
