CHAPTER TEN
When Mackenzie pulled into the Skinners’ driveway ten minutes later, she saw a man that she assumed to be Vincent Skinner on the front porch. He was sitting rigidly in an old rocker, his eyes trailing her car as she pulled in. When she joined him on the porch, she could see quite clearly that he was wrecked. His eyes were red from crying and his entire body seemed like one tightly coiled knot, ready to snap at the next sign of pressure.
“Mr. Skinner, thanks for taking the time to speak with me.”
“Thank you for looking into this,” he said. “I figured we’d meet out here. Pam is finally letting herself sleep so I want to keep the house nice and quiet.”
“That’s understandable.”
“Pam told me all the things she told you and I have to agree with her one hundred percent,” Vincent
