She had said he knows everything. But she had sent it to me, knowing I would come. Knowing that if I came, I would find Carrow, and Carrow would give me the folder, and the folder would move the case.
I thought about that for a long time.
She hadn’t sent the voicemail because she was frightened. She had sent it because she knew exactly what I would do when I heard it. She had planned it — had set the whole sequence in motion — and trusted that I would follow it without being told.
Fourteen years a detective. I had walked straight down the path she laid for me and arrived exactly where she needed me to be.
I turned the light off and went to bed and did not decide, quite, whether to tell her that I’d worked it out. Some things about a person, you keep.
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