Chapter 7
Mac was actually surprised when Vicki Williams called him that afternoon. He was about done for the day, and he offered to buy her coffee.
“I just want to say thank you,” she said as they sat down with their drinks at a café half-way between his home and hers.
“How is Clara?” he asked.
“Hysterical,” she admitted. “I would be too, if I wasn’t so tired. She’s at my parents. She feels safe there. I’ll stay there tonight. I’m not sure when, if ever, I will want to go back to the house. To step over the bloodstains in the entryway.”
Mac opened up his phone, jotted down a name and number, and handed it to her. “They do bloodstain removal,” he said. “Call them and have them take care of it before you even go back.”
She looked at it curiously. “You have a bloodstain removal company
