BOOK 6

The cowboy hat looked familiar, as did the squarefaced, determined profile. Keeping the chain on the door, she cautiously opened it. ‘Marsh?’

‘Hi, Jill.’

‘What are you doing here?’ she asked, her stomach somersaulting.

‘Uh, me and China were in the neighborhood and we thought we’d stop by.’

She could see someone standing behind Marsh. Jill held back a groan. ‘I’m not really in a position to have company,’ she said, trying desperately to think of a way to keep the sheriff out of her apartment. She had a funny feeling he was here on business, courtesy of Dustin.

‘Come on, Jill. At least let me say my piece. The old lady’ll be disappointed if I come home without talking to you.’

At the mention of Eimice, Jill slid the chain off the door and opened it. Marsh made his way in, limping a bit. China offered her a sympathetic smile as she followed.

‘How is Eunice doing?’

‘Much better, I think. Ready for her life to get back to normal, anyway.’

‘I suppose my mother told you where I lived.’ Jill