Chapter Seven
I had nowhere to go with that, but the lump in my throat prevented me from uttering a syllable anyway.
Martin took my silence as a sign to continue. “Unlike Leah, this person was not in the system, so identification will be more difficult.”
“The blood belonged to a female, though, didn’t it?”
He nodded. “But that doesn’t necessarily mean it was Shelby’s.”
“You didn’t have to say that.” When he squinted, I added, “You know, to make me feel better.”
Martin blinked. “The thought wouldn’t have occurred to me.”
“How reassuring,” I murmured.
Martin either ignored my quip or hadn’t caught it. “On a more…promising note, I learned that one of the last people—other than Detective Ramirez—Leah talked to was a freelance forensic accountant who Shelby was acquainted with and had c
