Chapter Seven
“When was the last time you spoke with Eddie Taft?” asked the detective who had pulled Sara aside. He reminded her of Devon only in looks, as by the way he was staring down at her, at all of them, it seemed he had already decided they were guilty by association.
She was too furious to try to figure out what his issue was, or the other cops there at her sister’s place. She was exhausted, spitting mad, and freaking out because her sister would never just disappear. She could see only a glimpse of the cops inside going through Chelsea’s things.
“Do you have a hearing problem?” Sara said. “Evidently, you do. We flew in this morning because my sister is missing. I’m supposed to be getting married, yet here I am, standing outside, being jerked around and interrogated by someone
