Page 38 of Be A Detective, They Said. It’ll Be Fun, They Said

Wanda! Listen closely to me,” my handsome husband all but demanded, pausing then, which felt odd, as though he was trying to gather the nerve to tell me something…

At first, I thought it sounded like the time he called me when we were on an OOPS case and Olivia had used a sharpie to make her eyebrows look like Auntie Marty’s.

But this pause felt bigger.

My vision narrowed to the green tiled wall above the hand towel dispenser. Something was wrong. Something was horribly wrong. I knew Heath well enough to know as much by his tone. Also, he almost never called me Wanda unless he was proving a point or annoyed with me.

My mouth went dry. “What’s wrong, Heath?”

“Sammy’s missing!”

Remember when I said my heart chugs rather than speeds up when I’m upset or afraid? Not this time. This time, it raced like it was entering the Kentucky Derby.

“What?” I almost screamed.

But he didn’t have time to answer—because in that instant, I was no longer in the girls’ bathroom.

I was once again in the place Nina told me I couldn’t go because I might not ever come back—and it had nothing to do with the supply closet.

Shows you how much she knows.

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