Dawna saw surprise and something else. Panic? Dawna wasn’t sure. But she felt a tug as Jane’s body pulled away, her muscles tensing into flight mode at the sound of the fugitive’s name. Christmas in jail, what a miserable prospect. Feeling a twinge of sadness, Dawna tightened her grip, adding regretfully, “I can’t ignore this.”
But Jane didn’t seem to be listening. Her face wasn’t turned toward Dawna. Instead, her gaze roved the room.
From the podium, the speaker said, “I give you Amity Police Department Senior Deputy Marcellus Moody.” Loud applause exploded, the crowd welcoming the banquet’s end.
Who was Jane looking for? Dawna stared in the same direction. She realized that Jane was trying to make eye contact with Chief Shepherd. Dawna’s stomach muscles cramped. She finally understood
