Chapter Eleven
The parking lot for the county courthouse was nearly full. People were milling about out front, family members most likely gathered to support whatever loved one was going in front of the judge for whatever crime he or she had committed.
Rose parked her pickup and stepped out, wearing two-inch wedge heels, tan flared dress pants, a simple white blouse that was tapered at the waist, and a charcoal cardigan overtop. She’d pulled her hair back in a simple chignon and applied a hint of makeup. She walked with purpose as she tucked her keys into her purse, looped it over her shoulder, and strode up the steps, knowing a few people had given her a second look. She didn’t acknowledge anyone, though.
She was following her plan: Get in, get out.
The building was old, and the floor
