Chapter Eighteen
A blue pickup and a red Subaru were parked out front of the chief’s along with Gail’s truck and the chief’s police cruiser. Mark knew it was early, and the sun had just come up as he walked past Gail’s Tacoma. The inside was clean, freshly detailed.
He had his badge tucked into his jeans, his sunglasses on, and his gun holstered as he went to the door, listened to the quiet, and rang the bell, which chimed inside. He waited before hearing footsteps on the stairs, and then the door opened.
Gail, whom he hadn’t expected to see, wore a long nightgown with a sweater pulled overtop, and her hair was a mess. “Mark, you’re here early.”
He wasn’t sure she’d invite him in as she stood in the doorway. He lifted his sunglasses and rested them on top of his head in his thick red h
