Book Four: Chapter 212

A pair of officers got out and approached, oblivious to the centaurs milling about them.

“Wow.” One of the officers whistled appreciatively while looking at the house, then turned to look at Beth. “You must have thrown one hell of a party.”

“Can I help you?” she asked.

The other officer cleared his throat. “Are you the homeowner, ma’am?”

“I live here. The owner is out, I’m not sure when he’ll be back.”

Or if he’ll be back.

It was a terrifying thought, but Mike had been gone long enough that she was worried something had happened. It was an idea she would need to get used to.

She also didn’t like the idea that the police might have come looking for Marco. After he had been definitively pronounced dead, the centaurs had agreed to bury him in the greenhouse where prying eyes would never find him. She hated the idea of the man just up and disappearing, but she couldn’t think of a safer alternative. Faking a murder scene was definitely out