It wasn’t possible for two people to have the same fingerprints. Not even identical twins had the same prints. Kalina opened her mouth to ask the obvious question but Jimmy beat her to it. “Who was the girl?” “Paige Fischer.” ...
The brief glimpse of Mrs. Davies’ face—a twisted mask in death—invaded her dreams, waking her in cold sweats. She couldn’t imagine how AJ was managing. Sure, she fancied herself a sleuth in theory, but maybe Chris was right. She wasn’t equipped to handle dead bodies. “Don’...
It appeared they hadn’t missed much at all. Jimmy was just settling into another chair beside Chris. Savannah’s cheeks were flushed and she kneaded her hands together nervously. Chris leaned back in his chair. “So what has your client decided?” “I’l...
The mystery of who had hurt the women was gnawing at her thoughts and wouldn’t let go. There was a piece they were all missing but she was going to find it. She flipped the front door sign to “Closed” and settled in the game room with her tablet propped on her knees. She started with searching fo...
There was little need for conversation until Jimmy cut the engine at the end of the driveway. He pulled the keys from the ignition and nearly dropped them between his feet. Kalina pretended not to notice his nerves. “You okay, Jimmy?” “Yeah. Just … ...
Breaths came in short gasps and her hearing faded in and out. She only heard snatches of Sergeant Whitman’s questions to the other Sigma girls. She numbly hit autodial again on her phone but AJ still didn’t pick up. “Ms. Greystone.” Officer Larkin’s voice drew her back to ...