Alex’s face remained unchanged. “That’s not why I asked you here, Lawson.”
Fireworks shot through my body as thoughts pinged through my brain. Let’s get back together! Let’s make wild monkey love on this desk! Yes, my pre-pubescent twelve-year-old boy mind could go there sixty seconds after seeing a photo of a charred dead guy.
I wasn’t so much sexually morbid as I was sexually frustrated.
“When the paramedics initially got there, Gerry was still alive, still talking.”
I stepped back, interested. “What did he say?”
“He said, ‘Find her.’”
I slipped back into the chair and leaned forward. “Find who? An estranged wife, a daughter?”
Alex shook his head, blue eyes intent on me as he handed me a scrap of paper sealed in a clear-plastic evidence bag. I looked down at the paper; its edges were curled, licked by fire, but the words were clearly legible. A cold stripe of needling fear made its way down the back of my neck as the words swam before my eyes, then burned themselves into my brain: Sophie Lawson, Underworld Detection Agency, San Francisco, California.
Find her.