CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Keri glanced up to realize they were back in Playa del Rey. She’d let Ray drive and gone into some kind of trance on the way over. She wasn’t sure what she’d been thinking about on the forty-five-minute trip. She could guess it had something to do with brutalized children and devastated parents but she had no memory of it.
And yet, somehow they were here now. Ray hadn’t spoken at all on the way over. During their time as partners, he’d learned that sometimes it was better to leave her alone to chart her way through her thoughts and emotions. He knew she usually made it out the other side. Usually.
There was a time, not so long ago, when moments that intensely reminded Keri of losing her daughter would send her into incapacitating panic attacks. Sometimes she would hyper
