CHAPTER THIRTY
Chloe was a little over halfway home when she received a call from Greene. For a moment she worried that it would be about Danielle—that she had gone rogue and left her house, perhaps even trying to leave town. Or maybe the Alan Short thing had fallen through and all signs were pointing back to Danielle again.
She answered the call before these speculations could get the better of her. “Good news?” she asked hopefully.
“Depends on how you look at it,” Greene said. “Pinecrest PD had a few officers go by the residence of Alan Short. He wasn’t home. Turns out he hasn’t been to work in the past two days, either.”
“That would be bad news, then,” Chloe said. “He’s apparently making a run for it.”
“That’s true. But some might also see it as a sign of guilt—of a sign of needing
