Edge of Madness (Edge of Collapse, #2)

by Kyla Stone

with blonde hair styled into a sharp bob at her chin, accentuating her strong cheekbones and attractive features. A good-looking woman in her early fifties, Rosamond was a careful, precise woman. Nothing was ever said carelessly. Every item of clothing, every gesture and mood calibrated, deliberately chosen. Rosamond gestured to Noah with manicured fingers. “Come in, come in. Julian tells me you were at Bittersweet yesterday when the power went out. I’m sure it was quite the adventure getting back.” An image of Quinn’s frozen grandfather flashed through Noah’s mind, followed immediately by Brock in agony and shock, dying right before their eyes. Julian chose a chair near his mother and flopped into it. Stiffly, Noah took a seat beside him. “Something like that.” Rosamond flashed him a smile. “Glad you and Milo made it back safe.” Noah had spent much of his teens in and out of her house, spending the night on the floor of Julian’s room, raiding the fridge at midnight, sneaking pot in her basement. Of course, that was before he and Julian reformed themselves and became cops. Though the Sinclair family came from money and small-town influence—Rosamond’s father had served as a judge, and both of her uncles were township superintendents in the ’90s and early 2000s—she’d never looked down on him or treated him as anything other than family. Noah’s mother had taken off to live with a boyfriend in Seattle when Noah was still in middle school. His accountant father had been convict...