Husband Missing (Detective Josie Quinn, #22)

by Lisa Regan

Trinity surged upright onto her feet and closed the distance between them, clamping her hands over Josie’s upper arms. “No, it’s not a story. I’m not doing it because I’m a journalist. I’m getting away with it because I’m a journalist. People will answer my questions. Most people, anyway. I’ve built up a lot of goodwill in Denton and a lot of places in this whole country. People trust me. They’re comfortable with me, which means they’ll talk. You’re going to be shut out of this investigation. You’re too close. Hell, your department isn’t even handling it. But I know you. After the people you love, the most important thing in your life is your work. It’s the thing that makes all the bad shit bearable. I’ve seen you bury yourself in it a hundred times when you were at your lowest points. You don’t have that right now and clearly, you’re not going to do one damn thing your therapist taught you, so I’m doing this for you.”

“Lila had found out the identity of her biological mother,” Josie said. “Roe Hoyt.”

Ignoring her, Turner started talking. “Wait’ll you hear this crazy shit. The prints on the mug from your guy in Fairfield match the prints found in your house, prints found in two of the armed robberies, and…” He paused, blue eyes sparkling, as if listening to a silent drumroll. “What?” Josie asked irritably. “They match prints found on the knife that killed Gina Phelan.”

‘You can’t always be all roses and sweetness, that don’t get shit done.’”

“You’re showing me two different people.” “Nope,” said Trinity, pulling up the side-by-side comparison again. “It’s the same woman. The ugly on the inside finally caught up to the ugly on the outside.”

“The alias she used was Bethany Rounds. I wasn’t having an affair with her. She had explicit photos of my eleven-year-old daughter.”