Chapter 15: DepartingThe questions were getting to Tom. He poured himself another cup of whiskey while sitting beside Jean on the couch. “Any day we’re going to jail.”
“No, we’re not.”
“They think we’re two of those psychos who kill their kids and throw them in the river.”
“Oh, they do not. Someone took them, Tom. They stole them right out of our house.”
“I made that crap up to throw the cops off track! It didn’t even work. The cops know the kids ran away; most of their clothes are gone.”
“If they did run away, things like this happen all the time. It’s not our fault. Well…”
“Well, what?”
“Nothing.” Jean got up and walked into the kitchen.
Tom leaned back and sighed. He knew there were officers waiting at the end of his driveway for him to leave. Hell, there were probably cops camp
