please.”
“WHERE IS SHE?”
People turned toward me.
I didn’t care.
Gary lowered his voice.
“Don’t do this in an airport. Don’t do this to us.”
Us.
That word made something inside me go cold.
I looked at the sketch of the beach house, at the dog Cynthia must have known, at the life she had apparently been living without me.
Then I looked at Officer Delgado.
“Officer,” I said, lowering the phone, “you need to hear this.”
I handed it to him.
That decision changed the entire investigation.
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