Chapters (71)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Acknowledgments
- Discover More
- About the Author
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Gavin hesitated just enough to expose his struggle. Then he spoke. “All you had to do…wasch be nische.” His words fell thick and wet to the floor.
Sadie inhaled sharply, her eyes wide with fear. She put her hands on the glass, her face only an inch away as she studied Gavin Spencer. Then she stepped back, almost stumbling, to put distance between herself and the man on the other side of the glass.
“That’s him! That’s the man,” she said in sharp, breathless shots. “I’m sure of it. But…his hair—he had hair.”
“You’re telling me that number five is the man who came to your salon yesterday evening?”
“Yes.” Sadie trembled as she spoke.
“The man who told you his name was Kevin?”
“Yes, that’s him.” Sadie began to hyperventilate, and Niki eased her into a chair in the corner. “Just breathe, Sadie. You’re okay.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t…”
“I’ll get you some water. I’ll be right back.”
Niki stepped out of the viewing room, into the hall where Matty waited. She looked at him, smiled, and said, “He’s our guy.”
Chapter 21
Chapter 21
Two days later, on Thursday morning, Lila began her day in Andi Fitch’s office, sitting with her back straight and knees together, a stack of files on her lap. She took notes on a legal pad, trying her best to write as fast as Andi spoke. Lila looked the part of a professional, but inside she felt like a child running to keep up with the long strides of a parent.
“They have a guy named Gavin Spencer in custody. His first appearance is set for eleven. Put a rush on this.” Andi handed the file to Lila. “There’s not much to work with. I’m meeting with the detectives in an hour, and I want you there.”
Gavin Spencer’s file was the last case that they discussed that morning, but with the clock ticking toward his first appearance in court, it would be the one that Lila would start on. She went to her office and gave the file a quick read-through and saw that Andi was right—there wasn’t much there. A woman named Sadie Vauk had been pulled from the Mississippi River unable to stand or talk. Although she had no memory of the attack itself, she identified Spencer as the man she had been with prior to blacking out.