Chapter 78

"I hope your friends don't mind the cramped quarters at my place," Chloe said, finishing a last cup of coffee. As wired as she was, she'd made a pot of decaf, not needing anything else to ramp up her adrenaline.

Mark chuckled. "They'll be fine. Sam brought air mattresses with him and Chelsea can bunk in with Sophia."

"Dante's dropping everyone at their assigned sectors again?"

He nodded. "I think everyone's good to go."

"Sheriff Torres didn't seem to resist your suggestion that he have all the patrols out tonight with rifles. Or that he has his deputies drag people from isolated areas into town if that's what it took."

"That's because he just wants to get this over with and not have any other dead bodies. He's not going to ask questions if he doesn't want to know the answer."

Chloe wound her arms around his waist and pressed her face against his chest. "I just want this to be over with before anyone else gets killed."