Chapter Seventeen
He was staring at the station’s older flatscreen TV, seeing the newsreel with the byline “Gabriele Martin found alive.”
He didn’t think he’d ever forget the moment he’d heard from the chief that he, along with the Astoria police, had discovered Gabriele Martin living with her grandmother under an assumed identity, Shauna Singer.
She wasn’t dead. The news showed footage of former detective Harry Singer and his sister, Beth, being handcuffed by the Astoria police, led to a police car, and put in back. Then came an image of the three-thousand-square-foot house, paid for with the proceeds of crime. Nia and Dylan had also been charged with trafficking and smuggling.
He knew the DA wasn’t looking too good in the public eye.
The attorney general had even weighed in with a s
