Chapters (57)
- Cover
- Dedication
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- ALSO BY FAYE KELLERMAN
- Credits
- Copyright
- About the Publisher
“We found something suspicious at Chuck Tinsley’s apartment. We’re trying to find more suspicious evidence. I’ve been on the computer for the last four hours, but haven’t turned up anything useful. It’s a wonderful machine, don’t get me wrong, but it’s always open for business.”
He unwrapped the sandwich and took a bite.
“Wow, this is good.” Another bite. “Eating is making me hungry.”
“Sometimes it works that way.”
“Delicious. Have anything to drink?”
Rina reached into the bag. “Coke Zero or Dr Pepper?”
“How about both?” His wife handed him the cans and he popped open the Dr Pepper. “On the plus side of the day, Marge and Scott also found a missing woman in a hospital in Las Vegas. A one-car crack-up. She’s in guarded condition, but alive.”
“You don’t mean Terry, do you?”
“No, not Terry.” Decker gulped down half the can of soda. “She’s still missing. I don’t reckon I’ll find her any time soon. It comes down to this. Either Donatti did it and since he’s a pro, we’ll probably never find her, or she’s in India with a billion other people. I’m certainly not going to look for her there. I already told the West L.A. detective on the case that if Terry is alive—and I think she is—she’ll eventually make contact with her son.”
Rina nodded.
“How’s Gabe doing? Did he eat with the family?”
“Where else is he supposed to eat?”
“Just wondering how he’s integrating himself. Are you getting him a piano?”
“Renting him one. He’s paying for it with money his father gave him. It makes him feel like he’s pulling his weight.”
“Is it a problem for you?” Decker countered. “Keeping the kid?”
“Honestly, I’m okay with it. What about you? You seem to still have doubts.”
“Of course I have doubts. There goes retirement and travel.”
“Retirement would be very bad for you, and how much travel are you really going to do with your first grandchild on the way?”
“Maybe not so much,” Decker admitted. “Cindy’ll need her gun to keep me away.”
Rina smiled. “That’s my guy. So, since you’re not going to retire and a world cruise isn’t on the immediate horizon, we might as well give the kid a home.”
Decker sneered. “As long as he doesn’t do drugs, doesn’t drink, doesn’t smoke, doesn’t make a pass at my daughter, and doesn’t steal me blind, I suspect it’ll be okay.”