Chapter Three
As she washed her hands, Billy Jo took in the woman at the other sink, who wore a baby blue bandana around her dark hair as if to contain it. She had a round dark face and was wiping mascara that had flaked under her eyes.
Billy Jo didn’t have to fix anything on her makeup-free face except for the freckles over her nose and cheeks, which she had always wished would disappear.
“You’re that social worker, right?” the woman said.
Billy Jo rinsed the soap from her hands and turned her head, unsure what was coming next, knowing she’d never seen the woman before. “I am a social worker. Have we met?” She turned off the water and reached for a paper towel to dry her hands.
“No, we haven’t met, but I know who you are. Saw you’re friends with that detective who also showed up on t
