Chapter Eighteen
Marybeth looked like a deer caught in the headlights. She eyes were wide, her mouth open but no sound came out.
“That’s what I thought,” Dale said, crossing his arms over his chest looking smug. “Want to try telling that story again, but with the truth this time?”
“That was the truth.” She shouted with conviction.
Dale nodded in agreement. “I’m sure parts of it are. But I don’t believe for a second you brought your sister up there so Dennis could get back in her good graces.”
“Not to mention I had to chase her through the woods when she saw me coming,” Barry added. So that was why she looked so dirty, thought Tony.
Marybeth clamped her lips shut. “I’m not saying anything else until I have a lawyer present.”
Dale snarled before standing. “Very well, Marybeth. You can
