CHAPTER 17
VIVIAN ABERNATHY ALL but collapsed onto the couch as she leaned down to hug her daughter. “How are you, sweetie? Are you ok?”
“Yeah, Mom. I’m fine.” As quickly as it had come, the enthusiastic spark in Jodie’s eyes clouded over again, replaced by a shy quietness. For a thirteen-year-old, she had already been through so much. Kennedy was glad at least something remained of the little girl Jodie should have been. Jodie put her arm around her mother’s shoulders.
Detective Drisklay didn’t waste any time with greetings or small talk. “So who wants to tell me why you were all talking about Marcos Esperanza when I got in?”
Kennedy and Nick exchanged a glance. “Jodie overheard Nick talking to some guy before the fire,” she explained. “She thought maybe if we found him, it might give
