Chapter Seven
There was a tap on Marcus’s open office door, and he looked up to see Harold. He didn’t know what to make of the expression on his deputy’s face as he stepped into his office and closed the door.
“Do I want to hear this?” he said.
Harold took another second, seeming to consider his answer. Just the night before, he’d stood shoulder to shoulder with Owen, Ryan, Karen, and Suzanne beside him, letting them know he knew about the knife and what had happened. Marcus wasn’t sure Owen agreed with what he’d done, considering he’d yet to say anything to him.
Harold pushed away from the door and started over to Marcus, who closed up another burglary file he had no leads on, this time for a bunch of missing scrap metal.
“Was just at the courthouse and wanted to let you know that Ti
