CHAPTER NINE
Jessie left the observation room and knocked on the next door, ignoring the army of butterflies in her stomach. Trembley opened it.
“Mind if I join for a moment?” she asked.
Hernandez raised his eyebrows in surprise but quickly recovered.
“Mr. Missinger, this is one of our police consultants, Jessie Hunt.”
Missinger nodded.
“I’m so sorry for your loss, sir,” Jessie said, sitting down across from the man in the chair next to Hernandez.
“Thank you,” he said quietly.
“I know this is a really raw time for you so I hope you’ll forgive me for being so direct. But you have to realize that the thing you’re hiding is going to come out.”
“What is this?” Kolson demanded, his voice rising.
“And unless you killed your wife,” Jessie continued, barreling past the lawyer’s protestat
