The Girl That Vanished (Emma Griffin FBI Mystery Book 2)

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Her phone never rang after ten. The world might still be churning outside, but in the little white house at the end of a winding brick path, everything stopped as soon as the clock ticked past nine. So, when her phone started ringing at almost midnight, it took Sandra a few seconds to process the sound. It seemed to ring from a far distance, somewhere she wouldn’t be able to find it. But as the fog of sleep dissipated, it sounded stronger and louder, finally leading her to snatch it from the bedside table where she left it when she toppled into the sheets hours before.

“Yes?” she muttered, rubbing away the sting in her eyes with her fingertips.

“Mrs. Brooks?” a voice asked.

“It’s Ms.”

The correction was a reflex. Four years after her bitter divorce, Sandra still felt like she was fighting to reclaim herself. People always assumed she was still attached to him. The ‘r’ was implied, a given to most people who spoke to her. It was just a letter. Just one tiny letter. But it made so much of an impact. Even in her almost-sleep, she snapped back against it even before she could fully process the voice speaking to her. It sounded familiar in that distant kind of way that she knew she’d heard it before, but no face formed in her thoughts.

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