Chapter 16Det. Britto spoke in hushed tones behind an index finger. “You two want to go by the ICU?” He flashed another devilish grin, as if daring his better judgment.
Years before, one of Joe's early descriptions of his friend Britto was that the man was a risk taker, always trying to stay one-up in an investigation.
“Right now, Det. Britto? Please, right now?
“I knew you'd want to, but this is hush-hush. No one's supposed to know she's in Seaport. For all anyone knows, she's still laid up in that prison clinic.”
“Let's go then.”
“Uh, ma'am. I need to ask you something.”
“Yes?”
“What are you going to do if you learn she's your daughter?”
“I-I want to hold her.” After all she had fantasized happening during their reunion, at that moment, having her daughter back in her arms was th
