Listen to Me (Rizzoli & Isles, #13)

by Tess Gerritsen

“Call me when something actually happens,” she snaps at me. A week later, sixteen-year-old Tricia Talley disappears.

“No information is useless. It’s just a key waiting for the right lock to open.”

The lament of every generation, thought Jane. The world’s falling apart. It’s what her grandmother used to say. It’s what her dad still said. And one of these days, she’d probably say it to her own daughter, Regina.

“How would you know, Angie? Of course you had no trouble moving on. You’ve still got your looks.” Even in the midst of crisis, with a loaded gun poised to go off, I’m shallow enough to appreciate the compliment, but I can’t take the time to enjoy it.

Does anyone really look at their own mother? We’re just there, as reliable as gravity.