CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
In addition to a brutal headache, Jessie’s whole body throbbed.
She was back at her apartment, finishing up dinner and trying to decompress. But nothing seemed to help. She wasn’t sure if it was her extra-intense workout last night or the long, emotionally exhausting day of interrogations, but she felt like she’d been through a meat grinder. She decided to take a few aspirin and a hot shower to soothe her muscles and clean the stink of the case off her.
When she got out, she noticed that she’d missed an hours-old call from her mom. It must have gone straight to voicemail when she was in the Palisades, where cell service was spotty. She played it as she dried off and got dressed.
“Hi, sweetie. It’s Ma. Pa told me you called yesterday. Sorry I missed you. I’m so proud of
