Chapter Twelve
Jessica spent an absurd amount of time chatting with Denaina, a Native Alaska woman with the kindest smile Ethan had ever seen. She left the rest of her pastries with Denaina, and came back to the car with a large cardboard box in its place.
“She says the only thing that’s missing is S.G’s knife. She confiscated that when she moved in. No weapons in the home.”
He moved to take the box from her, but she held it away. “S.G. wanted me to look through it, remember?” She slid into the passenger seat and plopped it on her lap. “I’ll do it while you drive.”
He gritted his teeth, reaching for his patience. Back when he’d worked closely with his sister Olivia, it hadn’t been like this. Olivia was a meticulous, careful investigator who loved solving puzzles. They’d brainstormed ca
