The Next Girl (Detective Gina Harte, #1)

by Carla Kovach

She wasn’t his Debbie, but he could pretend.

‘Going with dirty girls makes you a dirty boy. My boy is better than that.’

That attire was for exercising in, not for making an impression.

She looked like an auburn-haired Marilyn Monroe.

Fifty-eight years later, any mention of Lillian still made his heart flutter. There would never be another.

It was the tiniest and coldest baby he’d ever seen.

Glancing down at his ring, he shivered as he thought of his past, his children.

but she’d soon learned that no one was coming; she’d learned that she did love honey. And if loving honey kept her alive another day, she’d continue to love it.

He didn’t know what had happened or where she’d gone, but it had been four long years and Debbie hadn’t tried to contact them at all.

Go through the recording again and listen for anything that may help us. Something’s really off about this case.’

‘Remember the Deborah Jenkins case, four years ago? The disappearance?’

This is going to be big. I want to know everything as and when it happens. Find Deborah Jenkins.

‘Boo.’ She flinched and sobbed. ‘I knew you were awake.’

She’d have to paste on her mourning face all over again for the man who had raped and beat her.

If this existence was her life, then death would be a welcome change.

He’d only chained her up because he wanted to keep her. He loved her so deeply, so passionately.