“I bet.”
She patted the top of Teddy’s head, who, together with his brother, kept crowding closer to her, obviously fascinated by the gun on her hip “Someone told me you were a prosecutor,” Allie said.
“That’s true.”
“Then I’m guessing it must drive you especially mad not to know what happened to your stepfather.”
“It’s been…difficult,” Kennedy said, trying to help out.
“That’s really why I’m here. I wanted to let you know that I’m going to do what I can to answer that question for you.”
“How nice,” Grace said numbly.
She tucked the dark hair falling from her ponytail behind her ears. “Madeline stopped by the station, asked if I would.”
“So you’re opening the case again?” Kennedy asked.
Grace cringed inwardly.
“Not officially, no. I’m just going to tinker with it a bit, in my off hours.”
“I’m afraid you might be wasting your time, Officer McCormick,” Grace said.
“That’s okay. I’d like to use my skills, you know? And sometimes even small, seemingly unrelated things can help.” She reached into her pocket. “Here’s my number, in case you remember anything new about the night Reverend Barker disappeared.”
Grace accepted the card Allie thrust toward her. “It’s been eighteen years. What makes you think I might remember something now?”
“You never know.” Her smile was still friendly enough to make Grace believe she didn’t know about her father and Irene. “Anyway, I can’t resist a good mystery. Can you?”