23
HALLIE
“Hi, Cassandra.”
Emmy kept her tone light and wore a smile, but Cassandra still tried to slam the door on us. Ana was waiting at the rear of the house in case she tried to make a run for it, but Emmy kicked the door so it bounced back and hit Cassandra in the face. A second later, blood began dripping from her nose.
“Ah, s**t,” Emmy muttered.
I found a package of tissues in my purse and held it out, but Cassandra was already backing away. We’d waited for hours to speak to her. After the school run, she’d gone to some kind of painting class at a craft store—Bradley would have been in heaven there—and then she’d stopped at a café for coffee, and then she’d bought groceries. The busy life of a child abductor.
“What do you want from me?”
Emmy followed her inside. “Just the tru
