Chapter Eleven
“Just so you know, full disclosure, I’m kind of in the hot seat with the chief,” Mark said.
Billy Jo was wearing sunglasses, and he couldn’t tell what she was thinking from where she sat in the passenger side as he drove not to the station but to the Shephards’ house. The dog had already made it clear from the way he licked Billy Jo’s face how much he missed her.
“Is this something new or the same old?” she said.
Mark took in Gail’s parked white Tacoma, grateful that the chief wasn’t there, as he pulled in and parked. Then he took a second to really look at Billy Jo. He hadn’t understood what she’d been through. Hearing what she’d said to Cheyenne, he wondered how much of that was true for her.
“You know how I mentioned his brother, Roland Shephard, was harassing Sybil?
