Let Her Vanish (A Fiona Red FBI Suspense Thriller, Book 12)

Fiona leaned back in her chair, her mind racing. The Blue Dandelion a piece of this puzzle, a clue left by the killer like breadcrumbs leading back to a twisted gingerbread house. Could it be mere coincidence that this man, whose profession dealt in death to pests, had the same rare flower found in the clutches of murdered women at home? "John," she said softly, almost sympathetically, "these details are crucial. We're trying to understand the full picture. Your cooperation could help save lives." But as she looked into his tearful eyes, Fiona felt the web of doubt ensnare her thoughts once more. Was John Jones merely a spider caught in his own trap, or just another unsuspecting fly? The fluorescent lights of the interrogation room hummed a low, monotonous drone that seemed to sync with John Jones's quivering sobs. Fiona sat motionless, her gaze fixed on the man across from her. The air was thick with tension. Jake’s hand came down hard on the metal table with a resounding clang, causing John to flinch. The sound cut through the melancholy like a knife. ---