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Chapters (41)
  1. TITLE PAGE
  2. COPYRIGHT PAGE
  3. CONTENTS
  4. PROLOGUE
  5. CHAPTER ONE
  6. CHAPTER TWO
  7. CHAPTER THREE
  8. CHAPTER FOUR
  9. CHAPTER FIVE
  10. CHAPTER SIX
  11. CHAPTER SEVEN
  12. CHAPTER EIGHT
  13. CHAPTER NINE
  14. CHAPTER TEN
  15. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  16. CHAPTER TWELVE
  17. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  19. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  21. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  22. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  23. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  40. EPILOGUE
  41. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

He grinned. They both knew exactly what it was.

“I don’t want it.”

“Just keep it. For a rainy day.”

This was the time to open the car door, get out, and leave the bag behind. But as she stared at the white powder, an old hunger rose up in her. Her mind shrank from the job, her sobriety, and the future to the small baggie. She slipped it in her purse, promising herself she would flush it down the toilet as soon as she got home.

Marco pulled into traffic. “That’s my girl.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER SEVEN

Tuesday, April 13

4:45 p.m.

Jordan had learned that Tammy Fox had also worked part-time at Thompson’s Market near the center of town as a cashier before taking the job at the Saloon. Jordan was in Thompson’s at least once a week but could not picture the woman.

When Jordan pushed through the front door of the grocery store, small bells rang overhead. The store carried the exotic grocery items, expensive cuts of meat, and name-brand spices that appealed to the newest residents in the area. There was also an extensive take-out section, which came in handy after a long day. The prices stretched the bounds of her pay grade, but food was one luxury splurge she could justify. Fifteen dollars for a small cut of salmon and twenty dollars for exotic cheeses. These were the kinds of foods Avery loved. The kid had always rolled large, and she had never been quite happy with Jordan’s discount take-out pizza or five-dollar all-you-can-eat Chinese food buckets. But when Jordan had brought home Thompson’s takeout, Avery had been front and center.

Jordan strolled past the cashier, a young guy who was about nineteen or twenty, and went toward the prepared-food section.

A man came from the back room and smiled at her over the sparkling display case. He was a stout man, midforties, with strong hands and a full chest that filled out his white T-shirt and white apron. “Detective Poe. Good to see you. What can I get you?”

“Hey, Mr. Rawlings. I’ll take a rotisserie chicken.” Organic cost thirteen dollars for a small bird. But it was enough to feed her twice or her and Avery once.

“Coming right up.”

He picked a fancy container and set a fresh chicken in the bottom before sealing it up. “Can I interest you in a side or two?”

“How about the roasted potatoes?” Another side and she would be eating peanut butter and jelly for the next week.

He handed the package to her in an upscale plastic bag she would probably save and use for something because it was too nice to toss away. “Here you go.”

“Thanks,” she said. “Hey, I have a question, Mr. Rawlings.”

“Shoot.”

A wry grin tugged her lips. “I’ve been assigned a missing person case.” Not technically true but close enough. “The woman’s name is Tammy Fox.”