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âIâm a social worker,â she snapped. âIâm well aware of the kind of influences that can bring about a mental breakdown.â
âBut youâre Rachelâs sister. Often itâs the people closest to us we see with the least clarity.â
She ignored the truth of that. âIâm her only family. More than three months have passed. If sheâs alive, why hasnât she contacted me?â
âI canât answer that with any certainty, Ms. Ames. Perhaps sheâs operating under some sort of paranoid delusions. Her behavior certainly suggested something of that sort. As did the claims she made on your answering machine. Or perhaps sheâs physically unable to contact you.â
Liz balled her hands into fists. âAre you suggesting sheâs developed amnesia? That phenomenon is extremely rare, much more so than murder, Iâm sorry to say.â
He tossed his pen on the table, expression frustrated. âIâm suggesting nothing, Ms. Ames. Iâm offering you possibilities.â
âSorry, Lieutenant, but in my opinion, they donât hold water.â
âReally.â He cocked an eyebrow. âHow about this one? Perhaps she doesnât wish to contact you. By your own account, you two argued the last time you spoke.â
Heat flew to Lizâs cheeks. Guilty heat. âYes, we argued,â she retorted, tone defensive. âBut not so bitterly thatââ
âIf she was murdered, whereâs the blood? The signs of a struggle? The body?â He leaned forward, gaze locked with hers. âWe found nothing to indicate your sister met with a violent end. That should be a relief for you to hear, Ms. Ames. Iâm a little surprised it isnât.â
She ignored the comment, though it hit its mark. Why wasnât she eager to believe her sister alive? What was wrong with her? âI want you to reopen the case.â
âIâm sorry, but thereâs no evidence to justify my doing so.â He stood, signaling an end to their conversation.
Reluctantly, Liz followed him to his feet. âIâd like a copy of the police report.â
âSorry, canât help you.â He glanced at his watch. âIf thereâs nothing else, I have another appointment.â
She had blown it, she knew. She had marched in here, all demands and accusations. Rachel had always admonished her for being a hothead. â Liz, sweetie, try a little honey next time.â
Liz swallowed her anger and held a hand out. âPlease, Lieutenant Lopez. By your own account, the investigation is closed. Perhaps Iâll see something in the file you overlooked, somethingââ
âYou wonât.â He met her gaze evenly. âMake no mistake, Ms. Ames, Iâm extremely thorough. This is my town, my little slice of heaven on earth, and I take every infraction of the law seriously. I donât look the other way and I donât take the easy way. If I had found one shred of evidence indicating your sister was murdered, I would have aggressively pursued the investigation.â
âAnd if I find evidence, Lieutenant? Will you reopen and aggressively pursue the investigation?â
âYes, dammit. Of course I will.â
âConsider yourself on notice, then. Because I intend to discover what happened to my sister. In fact, Iâve put my life on hold to do it. And I donât care how long it takes.â She reached into her pocket and pulled out one of the business cards sheâd had printed at the Speedy-print over the weekend.
He glanced at it, then back at her, one corner of his mouth lifting. âI admire your determination. I think itâsmisplaced, but hey, Iâve only been a lawman for eleven years. May I ask what your first step is going to be?â
She shot him what she hoped was a winning smile. âYour report, of course.â
He stared at her