“They’ve made an arrest.” It’s Khoury. There is something in her voice. “What do you mean, ‘they’?” I ask. Even over the phone, I can tell it pains her to say the words: “They punted the case. Took it out of my hands yesterda...
It’s only ten thirty. Although he was at the cop shop all night getting questioned, I’m still surprised. I’ve seen him work all-nighters and not go to bed before midnight. Something is wrong. I don’t know what else to do, so I wash my face and brus...
Instead of a few seconds of bliss forgetting that Grace is gone, I sit up instantly, fumbling for my phone on the coffee table. My heart skips into my throat. The number is unfamiliar. “Giovanni.” My voice cracks. “I don’t know if you remember me, b...