Chapter 23
Robert Jurgenson went to work each day, did his job, smiled at the jokes, and kibitzed about the weather. But he was hollow inside, as if Jamie really had drained him of blood and left him for dead.
He also felt strangely calm. His wife, Brenda, hadn’t left him: she’d been taken from him. He had been given a chance to start believing in himself again. When she’d disappeared, he’d been so gobsmacked that he hadn’t trusted his instincts about anyone after that. For years, he’d questioned his feelings about every suspect, every co-worker. Going on dates was impossible because he couldn’t be sure he was reading the signals right.
Now his former certainty had returned: his old ability to tell instantly if someone was guilty or innocent, to know where the office politics were leadi
