Page 65 of The Woman Left Behind

Fuck him.

He took his phone from his ear, looked at who was calling, and the blood suddenly flowed sluggish through his veins.

He pushed through it to go back to her and forced a light note into his voice. “Gotta take this. You going home soon?”

“Right after I check out.”

“See you there, sweetheart.”

“’Kay, Harry. Bye.”

“Later, Lilly.”

He disconnected from Lillian and quickly took the call coming in before it went to voicemail.

“Moran,” he said.

“Harry?” a woman asked.

“Yeah, Lynda. You get word?”

“I’m sorry, Harry,” Sergeant Lynda Westwood of the Coeur D’Alene Police Department said. “They’re yours. Parental DNA links to the sample you sent. We have Simon and Avery Rainier’s bones in our morgue.”

God damn…

Fuck.

SIXTEEN

Idaho

Harry

The first thing Harry did was quickly walk to Rus’s desk and ask him if he’d go to Harry’s house and let the dogs out after he left work and before he went home.

Rus took one look at his face, his lips thinned, then he asked, “Idaho?”

“Idaho,” Harry answered.

“I’ll let them out and bring them over to ours. That way, you won’t have to worry about them tonight. As you know, Maddie loves them.”

Maddie was Cin’s daughter, and she did love Lucy, Linus and Smokey, and they loved her.

“Thanks, brother,” Harry muttered. Then he tipped his head to Rus’s computer and said, “Hit enter.”

Rus nodded.

Harry went back to his office and got right on his phone.

Jason answered in two rings.

“We got shit,” Jason said as greeting. “But we got so much shit, we’re compiling it at the same time we gotta?—”

“Those bones are Sonny’s and Avery’s.”

“Fuck,” Jace bit.

“So give it to me fast. What you got?” Harry demanded.

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