CHAPTER TWENTY
As Jessie approached the wreckage of what had been her parents’ “home sweet home,” she forced herself to remember her training. If there was ever a situation in which she’d need to depend on it, this was it.
Follow the evidence. Let it tell the story of what happened here. Don’t try to shoehorn it into an existing theory. Don’t jump to conclusions. Don’t let it get personal.
That last one was going to be hard.
She stood outside the front door for a few seconds, willing her mind to become a blank slate so that she could absorb the scene she was about to observe without emotion or prejudice. She knew it was an almost impossible task. But if she was going to get justice for Bruce and Janine Hunt—her true parents—she would have to set aside her own feelings for as long as sh
