Their warrant secured, Jake watched the crime scene techs go through Phoebe’s house, waiting for confirmation of what he already suspected. It came quickly. Dewey Hyatt had been here. And Phoebe’s prints matched the kid’s lawyer’s prints on every point. It seemed he was doomed to recognize her no matter what she turned herself into. This was his new reality. He’d become a homing beacon for a thief.
When the frenzy slowed, he walked through the house, going where he hadn’t gone before. Odd, to feel like an intruder in a place so personally impersonal. In a strange way, her restraint in decorating said more about her than a thousand knickknacks, photos and papers would have. He’d seen her extraordinary self-control. Sensed how single-minded and stubborn she was, that she wouldn’t give up or
