When the task force was disbanded, he'd begged them with tears streaming down his face.
"Please. Just keep looking. A little longer."
"My wife and my child — they can't have died for nothing."
The shock of losing Julia had put me in the hospital. When I refused to eat, refused treatment, it was Silas who stayed at my bedside day and night, coaxing me back from the edge, over and over again.
"Mom, you're the most important person Julia had. If she's watching from up there and sees you like this — imagine how heartbroken she'd be."
Without Silas, I might never have pulled through.
It was precisely because I had felt his devotion firsthand that I couldn't make sense of what was gnawing at me now.
Who was lying?
If Silas was the one deceiving me, then where had he learned the name Sunny?
And why would he lie to me about something like that?
If Julia had been lying to Silas, then what was the purpose behind everything she'd said to him?
Was she trying to pass along some kind of message?
I was still turning it over in my mind, getting nowhere, when my phone rang.
It was Captain Theodore Finch, the lead detective on the task force.
He got straight to the point the moment I picked up, his tone grave.