CHAPTER NINETEEN
“That was crazy,” Ramirez said in the car.
“No one gave you any indication he was special needs?” Avery asked.
“Well, one of them said he was special, but she was like ‘he was a real special kind of asshole.’ You know? What am I supposed to do with that?”
“Dammit,” Avery muttered.
It was getting late, and a lead she thought would solve the case had turned out to be nothing. Once again, as always, she began to question Randall’s integrity. Why would he lie? He doesn’t lie, she told herself. He just never gives you a straight answer.
So close, she berated herself. So close.
Her phone rang. The name on the screen made her heart stop and the color drain from her face: Jack. Her ex-husband. They hadn’t spoken in over a year.
What could he want?
Avery hopped out of the
