Find Her Alive (Detective Josie Quinn #8) - Lisa Regan Page 0,8
of their lives. Then again, Josie never had those conversations with anyone.
“The worst thing that ever happened to you was when you got demoted from the network morning show back to WYEP after that source fed you bad information.”
Trinity put a hand on her hip. “Wrong. What’s the best thing that ever happened to me?”
Josie said meekly, “Getting your anchor position?”
Tears gleamed in Trinity’s eyes. When she spoke, her voice cracked. “Wrong.”
With a sinking heart, Josie trailed behind her sister as she lugged the suitcase outside to her red Fiat convertible and jammed it into the passenger seat. Trinity went back into the house twice to get her letter boxes and her purse. She positioned the boxes precariously between the suitcase and the dash with her brown Gucci purse tossed into the box on top. Josie pleaded with her to stay, to talk about things, but Trinity ignored her.
As she turned the ignition and the Fiat roared to life, she rolled the window down and looked at Josie one last time. “We’re not sisters, Josie. Not really. I think it’s time we stopped forcing something that was never meant to happen.”
Four
“Wow,” Noah said as they let themselves back into the house. “I didn’t know it was that brutal. I’m sorry.”
In the foyer, Josie extricated Trout from his leash and harness. He trotted off to the kitchen for a drink of water. Noah pulled her in for a hug. “You haven’t talked to her since?” he asked into the top of her head.
Josie let her cheek rest against his chest and mumbled, “No. I called and texted a bunch of times, but she never responded.”
He released her and they trudged upstairs to shower and dress. In the bedroom, as he stripped off his T-shirt, Noah said, “Did you talk to Shannon?”
“Of course. Several times. She tried to smooth things over, but Trinity wasn’t having that. She said she didn’t want to talk to me or see me. Or anyone, actually. I found out from Shannon that she had rented a cabin.”
“She stayed around here, though,” Noah pointed out. “That’s got to mean something.”
“I don’t think so, Noah. I’ve never seen her like that, and the worst part is…”
She couldn’t bring herself to say it, even to him.
“What?”
She sat on the edge of the bed and closed her eyes so she wouldn’t have to see him watching her. “She’s right. I don’t know anything about her. Not really. I never asked.”
“What is there to know?” Noah said.
Her eyes snapped open. “Noah, really.”
He held out his arms. “I’m serious. So you find out you’re sisters. Were you supposed to sit down and catalog every single thing about one another that you missed? You two spend a lot of time together given both your busy schedules. You’ve fully immersed yourself in the family. What else did she expect of you? Did she ask you about every little detail of your life?”
“She didn’t have to. Much of it became public knowledge, unfortunately.”
He sat beside her, slinging an arm across her shoulders and pulling her in tight to him. “I think she’s been overdramatic about all of this. Obviously, she was upset about losing her anchor position. You know how she is about her career.”
But I don’t know why, Josie thought. What made Trinity that way?
Noah went on, “For someone like Trinity, losing this co-host position is like a death in the family. She’s unmoored now. She doesn’t know what to do with herself. She lashed out at you because you’re closest to her. She’s had a month at her cabin retreat to figure out who she is without this job. Maybe it’s time you just went up there and talked to her.”
“If she wanted to talk to me, she’d respond to one of my texts or calls.”
“Maybe she’s embarrassed by the way she acted. Maybe she needs you to make contact first.”
“I don’t think so,” Josie said.
“There’s only one way to find out,” Noah said. “She’s already not talking to you. What do you have to lose? Take the sunglasses. Go out to the cabin. Tell her you want to be her sister.”
“I don’t even know where the cabin is.”
“Don’t make excuses. Shannon’s got the address, doesn’t she?”
Josie said nothing.
“Grab a shower. I’ll make breakfast, and then you go see her.”
“What if she slams the door in my face? Or worse, she doesn’t even come to the door?”
Noah stood and smiled down at her. “Then you’ll try again tomorrow.”