CHAPTER SEVEN
Oak Cliff hadn’t changed much since the last time Mia North had been there.
The neighborhood that Carlina Adams lived in was full of modest, middle-class homes from the early 20th century. They were spread out, most on hills, under the shade of plenty of mature oak trees. It was a nice place to raise a family, relatively crime free.
Of course, Mia knew that even the safest places had sordid histories. She’d briefly looked into Marlene’s case, a year ago, but she’d also investigated a missing child case here at the beginning of her career, going on almost nine years ago. Georgia Franklin, from what she remembered, was a smart, outgoing nine-year-old who’d disappeared from her bedroom one night. When all the leads dried up and no new clues were found, the police’s official e
