The Drowning Girls: A totally addictive crime thriller and mystery novel packed with nail-biting suspense (Detective Josie Quinn Book 13) by Lisa Regan

Author:Lisa Regan [Regan, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781800196346
Publisher: Bookouture
Published: 2021-12-09T18:30:00+00:00

Twenty-Nine

Forty-five minutes later, Josie, Noah, Gretchen, and the Chief were standing inside the hydroelectric power station staring at Will Wilson, as he stood before the door on the lower level marked “Counting Room.” “Now, this here’s real disturbing,” he told them. Josie could tell by the pallor of his skin that whatever he was about to show them was indeed disturbing, but all she could think of were the words that her mind had started chanting on a loop the moment she got his call. Please don’t be Amber. Please don’t be Amber. Please don’t be Amber.

Chief Chitwood raised a bushy eyebrow at the man. “You got my entire team up in the middle of the night to come out here. You better have something disturbing behind that door.”

Wilson lifted the ballcap off his head and put it back on. “I didn’t call your entire team, just that one there.” He pointed to Josie.

“Never mind,” Gretchen said irritably. “Let us see it.”

“Now just a minute,” said Wilson. “Do you all know what a counting room is?”

Josie could tell by the tortured look on Gretchen’s face that she, too, was worried they were about to be shown Amber’s body. Gretchen opened her mouth and started to yell. “Mr. Wilson—” but Noah stopped her, putting a hand on her forearm.

She stared at him. Josie read the silent communication from where she stood. Gretchen needed this over with. If the body Wilson had called about was Amber, they all needed this to be over with as soon as possible.

“It’s okay,” Noah whispered to her. She shook her head and turned away. Josie saw her wipe at her eyes.

Turning back to Wilson, Noah said, “It’s the place where you sit and count the number of American Shad that pass through the fish lift in the spring so you can keep track of their migration.”

Wilson looked surprised. “Yes, son. That’s correct.”

Chief Chitwood growled and tried to get past Wilson but the man blocked him. “I’m bein’ serious here, Chief. When I let my plant manager in here, he about fainted. I’m tryin’ to warn you.”

“I’ve seen plenty in my time,” the Chief told him through gritted teeth.

Josie swallowed her trepidation and played along. “How do you count the fish that come through the lift? Does this room overlook the lift?”

“No,” Wilson said. “We got a window in this room. When the lift comes up from downriver and over the dam, it’s full of water and fish, and there’s a big window, kind of like if you were at an aquarium, that looks into the vat. We got a light in there and as the water is released upstream, we can see the fish swimming by.”

Josie was glad they hadn’t stopped for coffee. She had a pretty good idea where Wilson was going with this, and it made her stomach churn.

Patiently, Noah said, “Mr. Wilson, I appreciate the care you’re taking, but the sooner we can see what you brought us here to see, the sooner we can begin our investigation.

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