Derek has Kendra in a casual interrogation room inside the FBI building – D.C.
responsible. Even if I questioned that maybe I could have done something to stop her in some way, she did save that boy. “Not sure what you mean…in thinking it could be my fault?”
His face softened. “Kendra, I know Jenna, there was nothing you could have done to stop her. She’s always been head-strong…was always head-strong,” he corrected himself, then his voice cracked, and suddenly something occurred to me.
serial killer task force, unless things had changed in the last couple years.
My heart swelled huge behind my ribcage, again the confining weight pressing in on my ability to breathe. I couldn’t imagine the emotional maelstrom Jackson was going through. I knew only my own turbulent ride. Now I needed to get some facts straight; it was my turn to interrogate Derek.