CHAPTER FOURTEEN
ALF PULLED THE H2 INTO a wide, concrete driveway that was filled with a variety of cars and motorcycles. As he stepped out of the car, the screen door in the center of the big red brick and shake home opened and slammed shut. Brita waited for them on the front porch, her pretty face set in grim lines. The door opened again and Percy came out. They stood side by side, not touching.
Alf figured, knowing his brother and his stubborn but capable police detective, they were in yet another disagreement about her putting herself in harm’s way.
Even to save a Honeybun.
Heathcliffe bounced up the stairs and stopped in front of Brita. “You okay?”
She frowned. “Of course.”
Heathcliffe gave her a kiss on the cheek and went into the house, leaving Alf to get what information he c
