Chapter 18
My discussion with Moira had to wait.
"This isn't going to be good," Peter mumbled when we both noticed an unfamiliar car in my driveway.
We saw Detective Byrd standing at the front window of my living room, looking out. I had hoped we were done with the man, but I guess that wasn't going to be. Smiling at Peter, I tried to reassure him.
"Well no matter what happens, at least your lawyer's here for you." I gave a weak laugh, realizing the joke wasn't all that funny. “There’s nothing to worry about Peter. We've done nothing wrong. The detective is probably only trying to do his job and I'm sure he's got more questions. Because, somehow, I don't imagine he's caught the killer yet."
Peter nodded and straightened his shoulders as he walked to the front door.
"Detective Byrd dr
