The center was a man who had photographs of my dead mother on a motel wall and a plan for my daughter written in red.
Chapter 16 — Come Alone
My phone buzzed on the metal table.
A picture message, from a number the detectives would trace to a dead shell company.
It was a close-up of Elspeth’s silver bracelet, the personalized one, which she’d lost somewhere in the chaos at the chapel.
Beneath the photo: Your mother was no innocent hero.