Page 55 of Jolene's Justice

“Yeah, well. Hurry up and distract me with what you know.”

“Okay, first, the phone calls are from a burner phone out of New York City. That’s about all I can get with that.”

“Hmm. New York,” Jolene murmured.

“Think it’s someone you knew while you lived there?”

She thought of Harrison and his wife. Would they really do something so incredibly juvenile all these years later? She didn’t think so, but who knew what drove people to do stupid things?

“Maybe. But I don’t know. It seems kind of farfetched.”

“Well, maybe this will help,” Emma went on. “I found an image of your truck driver.”

That surprised her. “What? How?”

“I retraced your route from the fair to your dad’s house. I looked for CCTVs along that route, then ‘borrowed’ the footage to see if I could spot the truck following you.” By “borrowed,” Jolene knew she meant she’d hacked into the cameras to obtain the footage.

“And you found it?”

“Yeah. I did. And I got an image of the woman driving it.”

“A woman?” Harrison’s wife, Paris, popped into her head, but she couldn’t imagine a woman who liked the finer things in life stooping so low as to drive a beat-up truck. Let alone know how to hit another vehicle to send it off the road. She could have hired someone to do her dirty work, though. That was always a possibility.

“Yup,” Emma replied, popping the P. “I just texted the image to you.”

“Hold on,” she said, lowering her phone to open the text message. Seeing the familiar face on her screen, she gasped. It was a face that she’d hoped to never see again. And suddenly, her worry over Finch grew exponentially. “Oh, fuck.”

“What? Do you know her?”

“That’s Angelica Mobey. Finch’s wife.”

The silence on the other end was telling. “Finch is married?” Emma gasped.

“Was married. His divorce was final the same day we were run off the road.”

“Oh shit. Why would this woman want to hurt her ex-husband?”

“Because she’s batshit crazy. You have no idea the hell she’s put Finch through. It’s not my story to tell, but needless to say, it’s a miracle he’s finally free of her.”

“Well, I look forward to grilling Finch on that story when you guys come home.”

“Take it easy on him. It hasn’t been a walk in the park for him.”

“Okay. I hear what you’re saying. Just let him know we’re all here for him if he ever does want to talk about it.”

“I’m sure he already knows that.”

“Anyway.” Jolene could hear typing on Emma’s end, then a chuckle. “Well, this bitch didn’t do a very good job of hiding her tracks. Searching her name, I found a VRBO rental agreement for a cabin in your neck of the woods. On River View Drive.”

Jolene sucked in a breath, her worry now ramped up to eleven. “Fuck. Brodhi,” she called out to the man who sat right by her elbow listening to everything.

Even though she could tell he was shocked over theFinch was marriedbomb she’d just dropped, he took out his phone and said, “I’m on it.”

“What is it?” The sound of Emma’s panicked voice echoed through the phone. “What’s the matter?”

“That’s the address Finch was sent to. She must have done something to him. Oh God! She killed him. Oh, shit!” Her worry had morphed into panic. Not Finch. She wanted to cry out. Not after she’d just found something incredible with him.

“Jo Jo!” Emma called, pulling her back from her spiral. “Calm your shit. You can’t think like that. You know he’d do everything possible to get back to you. That man has loved you for years. And he never gave up. Don’t you give up on him now.”

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