MORRISON
“...was deliberately erased.”
I blinked rapidly, eyebrows shooting up in astonishment.
That was intentional; someone didn’t just hide her, they removed her.
The questions didn’t come all at once; they lined up one after the other. Who erased her? Why? And more importantly, who had the power to do something like that and stay invisible?
And then, I thought of the female voice on the call. Could it be she was the person behind everything? I doubted!
For whatever reason, Quinn was being haunted; it would connect either to power or money. And all that was going on now was organized crime.
This wasn’t personal revenge; it was structured. The kind of operation that didn’t leave traces unless it wanted to. A syndicate!
I tapped my foot gently across the floor. “Explain,” I said
