I’m squirming around on the front seat of my car like a fidgety five-year-old. I can’t even keep my fingers still. As if with a mind of their own, they drum a restless tattoo on the steering wheel.David should have had Donaldson out of that bar thirty minutes ago. What can be keeping him?I squint...
I follow. Zack brings up the rear. Suddenly Kallistos pauses, passing a hand over his face. I fear Owen is saying something about the girls being harmed. “What is it?” I ask, my voice the barest of whispers. Kallistos turns to face me. His eyes meet...
“What? You want a progress report on the bath?” There is prolonged and pointed silence on the other end. I check the caller ID. It’s a number I’m not familiar with. Definitely not Zack. “Sorry,” I mumble. “This is Emma Monroe.” &nb...
I’ve been dressed for an hour, fruitlessly reviewing surveillance footage and combing over police reports. Irritation must show on my face because his first words to me are, “Nothing, huh?” I shake my head. “Worse than nothing. I can’t find a single common thread to link these cases except the ob...