Angela snorted, gritting her teeth. “Fine. We don’t have to talk about Jess. But we do have to talk about the fact that you’re not doing your damn job. My kid went missing, and?—”
“Your kid made himself disappear, because if he didn’t, he would spend the rest of his life in prison. As he damn well should. I know the stories. I’ve read his records. I know why Jess left him. As any decent mother would, after her partner tried to sell their daughter. I’ve already talked to my supervisors and all the detectives in our department, and we all agree about what happened here. You can keep calling, but I’m gonna keep telling you the same damn thing, Miss Burke.”
Hands trembling at her sides, teeth clenched so tightly she was sure they were going to break, Angela snapped, “Rot in hell, pig.”
She shuttered the phone and tossed it across the room.
How dare he? What gave him the right?
David wasn’t perfect. He was so far from perfect. Angela would never deny that. But god damn it, he didn’t deserve whatever that bitch did to him.
She stared at her keys hanging on a hook by the door.
Eight hours wasn’t too far of a drive.
Angela was going to get answers.
Once she had them? She was gonna make what David did to Jess look like a tantrum.
