However, Detective Katie Randall had uttered the one sentence that could send her into one of the worst neighborhoods in the city. “We’ve found new evidence in Molly’s disappearance.” Erica let the words ring through her mind as she drove, looking for the address of the crack house that had been raided two days ago. New evidence. New evidence. “It’s been three years,” Erica exclaimed. “What possibly could have come to light now?” she’d asked, hating the shakiness in her voice, the desperate hope that she knew was carved on her face. Detective Katie Randall had shown her a photograph of a crime scene. Even now, Erica’s fingers curled around the steering wheel as she remembered the little outfit clearly pictured amidst the trash and rubble. The outfit three-year-old Molly had been wearing when she’d disappeared from the day-care field trip to the zoo.
