CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Harley and Callaway found the couple sitting in silence as a curtain of darkness fell around them. The man had a mane of silver hair and a distant, detached look in his eyes. The woman rocked gently back and forth, her lower lip twitching as if it had a mind of its own.
Harley cleared her throat, mentally switching gears as she prepared herself for the coming conversation. Before she could break the ice, however, the man glanced up at them, frowning.
“We already gave our statement to the officer,” he said. “We really need to be getting home now—my wife needs her medication.” As he said this, he reached over and squeezed his wife’s wrist.
Harley had dealt with plenty of reluctant or avoidant witnesses before, so she was more than ready to deal with the man’s brusque tone
