Vanishing Girls (Detective Josie Quinn #1)(34)

Trinity thrust one hip out, her lips twisted in a look of disgust, but said nothing. Josie looked beyond her to see a small blue Honda Civic parked curbside. She pointed. “That’s what you drive? WYEP doesn’t pay very well, does it?”

Trinity remained silent, so Josie tried again. “What do you want?”

“You were at Rockview.”

“So?”

“So, I’d like you to go on the record and talk about what happened. I’m not getting anything from Rockview or Denton PD.”

“Shocker.”

“I’m serious. Tell me what really happened.”

Josie folded her arms over her chest. “What makes you think something happened besides what was reported by the police?”

Trinity rolled her eyes. “Please. Don’t treat me like an idiot. You know as well as I do the police always hold things back. You were there. Did you see the whole thing?”

This was how she did it. Slipping questions into conversation like they were old friends. Josie opened her mouth to answer and quickly stopped herself.

“Oh, come on. What have you got to lose? You were a witness. I’m only asking you what you saw.”

“I could lose my job. I can’t talk about Rockview.”

“Did you know June Spencer?”

“Are you kidding me?” Josie shook her head and moved back toward the doorway, ready to leave Trinity Payne alone on the front steps.

“What about Sherri Gosnell?” Trinity called after her. “You must have known her. Your grandmother is a resident at Rockview. Sherri worked there for decades.”

Josie stopped, half her body over the threshold, and turned back to Trinity. “What are you trying to get here? June Spencer was being held prisoner by a sexual predator. She got rescued. She was messed up in the head. She had nowhere to go because her mom can’t be located, and her uncle is in a coma. Rockview took her. The next thing anyone knew, Sherri Gosnell was dead. All of that’s already been reported. I’m not sure what you’re looking for. If you want a story, the real story here is how did Donald Drummond, who is on the sex offender registry, manage to take this girl and keep her with no one figuring it out?”

Trinity sighed. She glanced at her shoes. “Don’t take this the wrong way,” she said. “But that’s not a story. I mean, it is—a terrible, horrible, tragic story—but people already know that the systems in place to prevent criminals from committing more crimes are broken. Take any ten crimes and you’ll find that in eight of the cases, the perpetrator either had a lengthy criminal record or should have been in prison but got out on some kind of technicality. It’s not news.”

Josie narrowed her eyes. “You mean it’s not the kind of news that’s going to get you back on a big network show.”

For a split second Trinity’s face registered indignant shock. Then it was replaced by a more pragmatic look. Her brow crinkled and her lips pressed into a thin line. Then she said, “We’re off the record here.”

Josie rolled her eyes. “There is no record, Trinity.”

“What’s wrong with being ambitious?” Trinity said. “I mean, you’re the youngest female lieutenant in Denton PD history.”

“I’m a detective, which is an appointed position in our department. I was the only female lieutenant in Denton PD history and now I’m the only female detective in Denton PD history. I love my job, and I’m good at it.”

“I love my job too, and I’m good at it.”

Josie held up an index finger. “But you have to manipulate and harass people to be good at your job.”

Trinity’s eyebrows drew closer together. Her stomach growled loudly, and she covered it with one hand, as though that would silence it. She said, “The public has a right to know about what’s going on in their communities. That is a fact. The press can be a powerful tool. Maybe the way I get the job done offends your delicate sensibilities, but what I do is important.”

“Do you care about the public or do you care about being on television?”

“Both,” Trinity said honestly, the word almost a shout in a feeble attempt to cover up the sound of her stomach protesting again.

Before she could stop herself, Josie laughed. The answer was so instant and brutally honest. Trinity had no illusions about the world or even herself. Josie couldn’t admire the woman’s thirst for celebrity or personal gain, but she certainly respected her truthfulness. She pointed toward Trinity’s stomach. “When’s the last time you ate?”

Trinity eyed her suspiciously. “That’s not important right now,” she said.

Josie pushed her door all the way open and gestured toward the foyer. “I won’t talk to you about Rockview,” she said. “But if you’re going to harass me, why don’t you eat some of my leftover lasagna while you do it.”

Trinity’s blue eyes narrowed. “You want something.”

Josie didn’t deny it.

“No one is ever nice to me. What do you want?”

“Just come inside,” Josie told her.

Trinity’s heels clacked as she walked slowly past Josie, eyes fixed on her as though she might attack at any moment. Chuckling, Josie stepped past her and led her into the kitchen. “Relax,” she said. “It’s just a little piece of information.”