Chapter Seven
He’d stopped listening to what Marcus was asking, to the back and forth between him and Tessa. His brother had tossed him an odd questioning glance a number of times, but he no idea what the two had discussed.
Something about all of this was stirring unease in him. With this entire situation of Jackson, the kids, the school, and the pills, it seemed there was no logical scenario to explain who had provided the drugs. Finding the right answers meant they could close the f*****g case.
And why the hell was Rita Mae shooting her mouth off about him and his family? What the hell did that have to do with Jackson Moore being found dead in a closet? This was just the kind of blindside he hadn’t expected.
His arms were crossed over his chest, hands under his pits, as he leaned aga
