CHAPTER 11
NIGHT OF THE PARTYJamie rested her back against the chair with her arms crossed, unnerved by the intense stare of Detective Senior Constable Angelo Ricci. A cold unease ran down her spine as she fought back the image of her father’s face when she had run off in a state of fury. What did her father expect? Even if he didn’t kill someone, he’d abused a child.
Jamie turned away from Angelo’s piercing stare, and she didn’t appreciate him chewing gum. Was this a vacation to him? How rude was that? He didn’t look professional as he slouched in his chair, scrutinising her to the point of her blushing and freezing in her seat. “What is this about exactly?”
The detective spit out his gum into a tissue, threw it into a bin, looked down at his notes and leaned forward in his chair oppos
