Chapter One
At a knock on the open door to his office, Marcus glanced up, seeing Harold in his deputy uniform, his light hair cropped short, evidently recently cut.
“Thought you’d want to know,” Harold said. “I was just at the courthouse and heard that Rita Mae and Hunter got off. Out of the twenty-five kids who were there, eight got community service hours. For Belinda, the judge added a charge of criminal possession of a dangerous drug, and she has a sentencing hearing coming up. Same with a few of the other kids, including Amanda. The sentences were all over the place, like nothing I’ve ever seen before. Did you have an idea that was going to happen?”
Marcus took in the file his deputy was holding, and Harold lifted it in the air as if it held all the answers. He tossed down the pen
