FOR THE SEVENTH TIME THAT DAY, Detective Lauren Gabriel read Ren DeJesus’s letter. Lauren wondered why DeJesus believed that she was the one person with the know-how to clear his name.
Lauren tried in vain to resist the temptation to open the “Game Night Murder” evidence locker.
Poring over every word of the forensics report, Detective Gabriel somehow knew she was missing a critical tidbit of information. The grizzly photos of Hank Sanguillen curdled her stomach, creating beads of sweat on her brow.
“Where is it?” Lauren mumbled. “What am I missing?”
For months, Lauren had no doubt of Ren DeJesus’s guilt. But now, Ren’s letter sparked something in her brain – something intuitive – and it inspired something else: Lauren’s will to live. Solving crimes had always given Lauren the drive to
