He picked up the phone and dialed.
“Branson.”
“Sherriff. Need a big favor.”
“Okay.”
He looked over to the house that Dominic was renting.
Bastard.
“Can you meet me at my cabin?”
“Okay. You over at that rental the Mancini’s are renting?” Leave it to the man to know exactly what was going on in his town.
“Yes. And Connor?” He paused looking over his shoulder again.
“Yes?” Connor said slowly.
It wasn’t often that anyone in town used his first name.
“You might want to leave the badge at the office.”
A moment of silence filled the line.
“See you in ten,” Connor muttered.
The house was different than she had pictured it would be.
Looking down to the folder open on the seat next to her, she could see that she was indeed at the right address.
Here goes nothing.
For two day she had been driving, only stopping for a few hours at rest stops so that she could get some sleep.
Now she was back in Florida where it had all begun.
In more ways than one.
Only a few houses down from where she had grown up.
A neighborhood that she had hoped to never go back to.
The houses were all painted, the lawns well-manicured, and if it wasn’t for the bikes parked in front of most of the houses, she could almost believe that it was an average suburb.
