Colby Rebuilt
Mary Jane Brooks understood the news was bad the moment she opened her door and saw the resigned slump of the detective's shoulders."We've confirmed that the—" Detective Brandon Bailen, Chicago PD, cleared his throat "—the remains are Rebecca's."
Mary Jane's heart plummeted and her knees weakened. Holding on to the doorframe was all that kept her vertical. "You're certain there's no mistake." She moistened her trembling lips and struggled to hold back the tears. "Labs do make mistakes. I read about—"
"There's no mistake, Ms. Brooks."
Rebecca was dead.
On some level Mary Jane had known for a while now that her sister was gone, but hearing the words somehow made it new…made it hurt so badly.
"Thank you, Detective." Mary Jane managed to draw in a deep, shuddering breath. "Do you know what happened? Was she—" working up the courage to say the word took monumental effort "—murdered?"
Sympathy softened Bailen's usually firm expression. He was a tall, thin man with stark features, yet he was the kindest cop she had met during this awful ordeal. "Yes, ma'am, we have reason to believe so."
Mary Jane closed her eyes. She wasn't sure she wanted to ... read full excerpt from Colby Rebuilt ebook
