Her Silent Cry (Detective Josie Quinn Book 6)(102)

Josie’s gaze swept past Amy to the windowsill behind the bed. There was a small chrysalis made from gauze pads sitting on it. She would recognize Lucy’s work anywhere. She swallowed over the lump that had formed in her throat and returned her gaze to Amy. “I’m only going to say one thing: break the cycle with Lucy. She’s so smart, so precious. Help her to be strong, like steel, to know her own mind, and draw her own conclusions. She deserves that.”

More tears slid down Amy’s face. “She does, and I will. I promise.”





Seventy-Three





Josie drove home, her mind awhirl with the things Amy had told her. The gravity of the case still felt like a drag on her, the only thing lightening her mood that Lucy was safe and sound. She pulled into her driveway, noticing that Misty’s car wasn’t there. Neither was the rental that Trinity had driven there. She had come and stayed with Josie for a few days, and then returned to New York City after getting interviews from everyone she possibly could. Against her better judgment, Josie had even asked Colin to grant Trinity an interview, and he had agreed, mostly so he could publicly thank all the volunteers and law enforcement who had helped to recover Lucy.

Inside, Noah sat on the couch, his casted leg on top of her coffee table. “Hey,” he said, using the remote to mute her television. He patted the couch cushion next to him. “Come, sit.”

She plopped down next to him and looked around the room. For the first time in over a week, Harris’s toys weren’t strewn all over the floor.

Noah said, “Misty went home. Although she said she’ll call you next week about babysitting.”

Josie smiled. “I know she will. It will be weird without them. I was starting to get used to having them. Even that little dog. Man, can Misty cook.”

Noah nodded. “That she can. You know, I can cook, too.”

“I know that,” Josie said, staring at the television where a sitcom played silently.

“And we could get a dog if you want.”

She turned to him, brow raised. “‘We’ could get a dog? How would that work? You’d get him on Thursdays and every other weekend?”

He reached down between them and took her hand. “Or I could move in with you, and we wouldn’t have to split custody.”

“What?”

“You don’t have to give me an answer right now,” he said quickly.

“About the dog or the moving in?”

He laughed. “Either. Both. Just think about it.”

“Noah, we’ve been through a lot these past couple of months—with your mom’s case. I’m not sure either one of us is clear-headed enough to take a step like that.”

“That’s why I said to think about it. I love you, Josie, and in spite of the way I acted during my mom’s case, I am in this for the long haul. For good. If you need more time, if I need to prove that to you, I’m in.”

He leaned in and kissed her.

“I’ll think about it,” she promised. “But there’s something I think we really need to do first. As soon as your leg is better and before we do anything else.”

“What’s that?”

“Take a vacation.”





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