Twice Kissed - Lisa Jackson
STILL MISSING
The phone rang and Maggie snagged the receiver, half-expecting to hear from her daughter. Instead, it was Detective Henderson.
“Sorry to be calling so late, but I thought you’d want to know,” he said, and Maggie experienced the cold fingers of dread crawling up her spine. Her hand clenched the receiver in a tight grip. “It’s about your sister.”
“What?”
“Well, we’re starting to think that your sister’s Jeep might have been forced off the road.”
“What do you mean?” she whisp ...