Loch had come into the house unnoticed, and was standing in the arched entryway to the living room, his face dark with anger.
Portia's face went pale. Outside. Now, he snapped. Portia swallowed hard, then turned and stalked out of the house without a word.
The sheriff nodded at the widow. I'm sorry for your loss, Miss Timmons, he said, and turned and walked out, and Ginger followed him, her heart frozen in her chest. What the hell was happening here? Portia was quickly climbing into her patrol car when the sheriff barked at her, to get back here now! She froze and sat there for a second as if contemplating the idea of ignoring him, then she slowly climbed out and walked over to where he stood, her face sullen.
He glanced at Ginger. What are you doing here? Portia said that you wanted me to investigate… she saw Portia frantically gesturing at her as if begging her to be quiet. Obviously, Portia had lied when she'd said the sheriff wanted Ginger at the scene.