Ask for Andrea: A gripping psychological thriller

31. MEGHAN

Salt Lake Valley, Utah

Now

By the time the detective from Idaho called Domanska back, it was nearly dinner time. She’d given him her cell—which rang right as we were about to walk out the door with Joey.

I’d never seen Domanska lose her cool before. Not with the eggheaded waitress from Gracie’s. Not even with James Carson himself when she’d questioned him face to face.

But when she heard that Detective Kittleson had released James Carson’s car out of impound—before even calling her back to report on the fingerprint he’d found—she ripped him a new one.

He tersely agreed to make sure my fingerprint was run in the lab that night.

When he muttered something about overtime and staff shortages, Domanska blew up at him again.

Kittleson hung up without saying goodbye, and all of us—including Joey—made a beeline back to the office to send over the file with my fingerprints.