CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
The next morning, Alexa felt more composed. Just as worried, just as angry, but more in control of her emotions.
Melanie had called her twice more the previous night but hadn’t tried to call in the morning. Her husband Wayne, Alexa’s brother, had probably told her to stop.
Stacy had texted too, saying she was all right. She had even sent a selfie of her on the school bus, smiling and waving.
Now Alexa and Stuart were back in the jailhouse heading for the interrogation room to hopefully get more information from Jeronimo Cortez.
She sure hoped he’d offer something. She’d been trying to get into Vicente Pérez’s head this whole investigation and failed. What were his motivations? None of it seemed to make any sense. He wasn’t totally insane. The care with which he had
