CHAPTER TEN
Jessie felt like a churning cocktail of frustration and exhaustion. She hadn’t expected to watch the sunrise from a desk in that Central Community Police Station, but that’s exactly where she was as dawn began to settle over Los Angeles. And they still didn’t have any promising leads.
Trembley was running down the list of people Missinger said accessed their home regularly. Hernandez had a message in to Victoria Missinger’s doctor and expected a return call momentarily. He’d gotten an emergency warrant to access her phone and was now trying to track her movements over the course of the previous day. A few more detectives who had just arrived were helping him run down leads.
Jessie left the traditional investigation to them and instead studied the online calendar that Hernand
