They had just all sat down to eat with relative composure when they heard a car pull up. Grey stood up and looked out the window. The look he gave Slaton was stone cold. “It’s the police.” Everyone moved outside to stand on the porch. Eaton and the sheriff walked up to them. Grey stepped down to meet them.
“I’m assuming this is not a social call.”
The sheriff shook his head. “Sorry, Grey. It’s not.”
“Brenna’s apartment has been trashed. A neighbor heard loud noises and called us.” Eaton looked at Brenna and the Lightfoots on the porch. “No one saw him. But there was writing on the mirror with her lipstick. It said ‘She will be mine’.” Eaton noticed how Brenna stepped back against Slaton and allowed him to put his arm around her. She obviously preferred Slaton, but he didn’t have to like it. Plus, he still had a score to settle with the man. It was now a matter of pride.