The Borrowed And Blue Murders (The Zoe Hayes Mysteries)
“It was. Bonnie Osterman. I stared, squinting, at the photo, processing the implications. Bonnie Osterman had been driving the car that hit Bryce Edmond. Bonnie Osterman, in fact, was in the background of several photographs. She was on a bench in Three Bears Park while I watched Molly climb the jungle bars. And she’d been half out of the frame, a bit out of focus, in a shot in which Molly, seated on the front steps of the house, was holding Luke.
I couldn’t move. I sat stock-still, my bones fro...zen. Bonnie Osterman had been following me. Bonnie Osterman, who’d cut pregnant women open to steal their infants, who’d made stews out of unborn children—Bonnie Osterman had been on my street, to my house. She’d seen my children—oh God. I saw Agent Harris lying gutted on my patio. Maybe it hadn’t been a terrorist or spy or weapons dealer who’d killed her, after all. Maybe— Someone brushed my shoulder; I jumped. “I didn’t mean to startle you.” The mustached man was taking a seat on the stool next to mine.MoreLess
I couldn’t move. I sat stock-still, my bones fro...zen. Bonnie Osterman had been following me. Bonnie Osterman, who’d cut pregnant women open to steal their infants, who’d made stews out of unborn children—Bonnie Osterman had been on my street, to my house. She’d seen my children—oh God. I saw Agent Harris lying gutted on my patio. Maybe it hadn’t been a terrorist or spy or weapons dealer who’d killed her, after all. Maybe— Someone brushed my shoulder; I jumped. “I didn’t mean to startle you.” The mustached man was taking a seat on the stool next to mine.MoreLess
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