Lena’s face went pale. “You found the maps. Good. Then you know the date. April 12, 2004. That was the day Abby’s older brother, Danny, was killed. Hit-and-run. Police called it an accident. Abby never believed it. She started investigating on her own. Two weeks later, she was gone.”
Inside were two tiny photographs: one of Danny Winters, smiling. And one of the retired officer, shaking hands with a man whose face had been deliberately scratched out. abby winters 2004
Taggart looked back at the photo. The silver locket. He hadn’t thought to search for it in evidence. Lena’s face went pale
Twenty years ago, Abby Winters had vanished to find the truth. Tonight, he had a feeling she was finally ready to come back—but not before settling one last score. Then you know the date
“So she just vanished?”
But in the reflection, the officer wasn’t investigating a crime scene. He was pointing at Abby. Giving a signal.
He looked down at the evidence box again. Tucked beneath the photo, he now saw, was the locket itself—he had missed it the first time. He opened it.