Her eyes widened, and her smile grew.“Oh, wow.I would have never guessed.In high school, you were ...smaller.”
He laughed.“A lot smaller.Hell, I was scrawny.I also had glasses and braces.”
“Yes.Well, you’re all grown up, too.”
Hanna watched the look on Grant’s face when Blake walked over to her and wrapped an arm around her waist.She had no idea what was going on, but guessed it was one of those male things they did that women never understood.
“Ah,” Grant said and grinned.“So, it’s that way, huh?”
“Stop being an asshole and do your job,” Blake growled.
Hanna watched Grant throw his head back and laugh, getting even more confused.
“You got it, boss.”The sheriff cleared his throat, bit back another smile, and took out a pen and paper.“So, Miss Hanna, can you tell me what happened?”he said professionally.
“We got back today and found this mess.I suspect it’s my sister, but I can’t prove it.”
Grant glanced up at Blake and then back to her.“Why do you think it was your sister?”
“Do you know my sister?”
“Not personally.I’ve heard many things, but you know how rumors are.”
“I would guess about ninety-nine percent is true with her,” Blake said.
Grant wrote some things down.“When do you think this happened?”
“Probably when I was burying our mother.”
She looked away and blinked several times.She promised herself she would have a good cry later.
Both men looked shocked.
“Please tell me you have proof,” Grant said.
She frowned.“Sorry.I wish I had a video or picture of her doing this, but I don’t.There are a few things I noticed missing.My mom had some morphine left, and it’s gone.I also can’t see the TV and the stereo.They made some food before they broke the dishes.”
“Show me.If I can get saliva, I can test them and prove they were here.I know your sister will say she was just eating with her mom ...but if she had help, I guarantee they’d roll on her.”
Hanna nodded.“That would be great.”
The thought of her sister finally getting what she deserved made her feel slightly elated.She’d been a thorn in her and other people's lives for a long time.
She walked around for another hour to see if she could salvage anything.There were a few pictures that hadn’t gotten totally damaged and could be repaired.
The sheriff had a few men come to the house to take pictures and bag the silverware and glasses to take back to be tested for DNA.
Finally, she sighed and looked toward Blake.
“Are you ready, baby?”
She nodded.“Yeah.”She’d had enough for the day, and she felt like she was living in a dream at the moment.Or was it more like a nightmare?
