Chapter 11“What about Det. Britto?” Joe had instructed him to call back as soon as possible. “We still need to follow up on that.”
“He's got our phone numbers.” Joe kept his focus on the winding road. “I'll call him again and let him know what we're up to.”
“How soon can we see her?”
“Depends on her, I suppose. Plus, Britto has to go through her attorney.”
All along the twenty miles from Seaport, heading inland toward Creighton, the countryside was blanketed with a profusion of Arroyo Lupine, California Poppies, and Cornflowers. Those had been the colors that Becky favored in pastel, inspired by wildflowers in springtime. Abi shook her head and forced herself to think of something else. Seeing the computer-aged photo of her daughter caused her to lapse into consuming thoughts and assoc
