“I didn’t want to bother the chief,” Bailey said. “But Zane insisted.”
“Smart move, choosing not to deal with O’Brien alone,” Dawna said to Zane.
“Too bad I forgot Dad was going out tonight.”
The police chief and his wife were at the Amity Grange Hall enjoying a banquet honoring the retiring senior deputy. It was the kind of ceremonial event Dawna hated and she’d wiggled out of her invitation. “Lucky for you I was here,” she said.
Bailey looked unhappy, as though she didn’t think finding Dawna home had been so lucky a break. “Really, Dawna, I’m sorry to bother you with this. Thanks for getting rid of him, but I can handle it from here.”
“I don’t see how. You can’t go near your mother.” Dawna leaned across the table, intent. “O’Brien’s got this place staked out. He’s probably got three
