Chapter 31

Thereafter, with our heads held low, we made our way through the crowd and I escorted her back to my Avalanche, having every intention of driving her to my Tudor and wiping her tears of heartache away.

Behind us, Clint Cutter yelled, “You’ll hear from my lawyer, lady! Do you hear me?”

We ignored Cutter’s exclamation and walked away from that uncomfortable scene. Before either of us knew it, we were back on Willow Street, tucked in the safety of my home. 38: Clint Cutter

12:07 P.M.

287 Willow Street