CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
Sam waited anxiously for Agent Paige to reply. The FBI profiler was just staring back at her with an incredulous expression.
What if she says no? Sam wondered.
She just had to get into that interrogation room and talk to her father.
Sam was well aware that her request was irregular. How could a cop do a valid interview of her own parent? But she’d seen a hint of something that she needed to follow up on. And she didn’t think anybody else could do it.
When no answer came, Sam repeated her request.
“Please, Agent Paige. Let me go in there.”
Agent Paige said, “Sam, I know this is an upsetting experience for you, but—”
Sam interrupted, “If you just let me talk with him, I think you’ll soon understand.”
Agent Paige was quiet for a moment. Then, seeming to sense the u
