Lone Witness by Shirlee McCoy

Author:Shirlee McCoy
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2019-03-06T17:20:36+00:00

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Henry held the phone to his ear, listening as it went straight to voice mail. He left a message. His second one. “Tessa, it’s Henry. Sorry it took so long to get back to you. I was dealing with a few problems. Give me a call when you have time.”

“Are you going to wait a full fifteen minutes to make the next call, or just do it right now?” Saige asked, his scrawny arms wrapped around his legs as he sat on the floor near the fireplace.

He was one of the problems Henry had been dealing with.

Chief Simpson had wanted him to spend a night in the county jail. To teach him a lesson. The county prosecutor had been agreeable. Henry had spent several hours convincing them there were other choices. That had required calling the field office and asking Wren to intervene.

She and Jessica had made the drive from Boston to Wareham, picked up Saige’s mother and transported her to Provincetown. Nancy Banning was as frail and weak as her son had made her sound, her face gaunt, her eyes sunken. She’d pled her case in Chief Simpson’s small office, showing proof of her illness, of her son’s three jobs and the money he’d spent on her medication. She’d tossed Saige’s straight-A report cards on the chief’s desk, and she’d cried.

In the end, the chief and prosecuting attorney hadn’t stood a chance. They’d agreed to remand Saige to her custody on the condition that her husband not be allowed back in the house if he was released from county prison.

The likelihood of that happening was slim.

Tom had clammed up once he’d reached the precinct. Sobered up was more like it. He’d reeked of alcohol, the stench of it filling the patrol car he’d been transported in. He’d demanded an attorney, refusing to look at any mug shots or lineups until he had one present. The chief had called the county and asked for a public defender. Hopefully, they’d have one by the morning.

Not that it would make much of a difference.

Until they had more information from the DNA hit, they had no list of suspects and no photos to put in the lineup. Jessica seemed to think they were getting close. She’d extracted names and birthdates from a public family tree posted online. Zebedee Cantor had been the family member who’d collected the family history, matched DNA and entered the information. He was also the distant-relative match the FBI had located. He’d been more than happy to offer the information he had. Seven male cousins. A nephew who was just five years old. A grandfather. An uncle. Jessica was doing background searches on the adults, hoping to find one who had connections in the medical field. Currently, she was hunched over a computer, staring at the screen.

Henry’s in-laws had graciously offered to let her and Wren stay the night. Saige and his mother had been issued the same invitation. The house was filled with people, most of

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