Chapter Fourteen
An ambulance had arrived, and Billy Jo stood with her arms pulled across her chest, watching as the body, now in a body bag, was loaded onto a stretcher. The coroner was walking to his blue sedan, and the chief was still standing there with Bev, who had finally stopped crying.
“Bev, you can’t stay here,” he said. “Come on, I’ll take you to our house. This is a crime scene…”
“And what about my sister?” Bev said. “And the girls? How am I going to tell them? This is a nightmare…”
Billy Jo didn’t add anything, just watched Mark, tracking him as he talked first with the coroner, then with the paramedics who’d just loaded the body into the ambulance. Now he walked into the house.
Whatever he was doing, he was focused. That was something she had noticed about him: He never d
