Her Silent Cry (Detective Josie Quinn #6)- Lisa Regan Page 0,16

button, as she stared at Trinity’s name. But she didn’t feel like talking to her sister after the day she had had. Instead, she scrolled through her contacts until she found Christian Payne’s name. She had already hit ‘call’ before she realized just how late it was. Still, Christian answered on the fifth ring, his voice thick with sleep. “Josie?” he said.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Josie said. “I didn’t realize it was this late.”

“Is everything okay, honey?”

At once, Josie felt simultaneously warmed and put-off by his familiarity. She was still getting used to the fact that Christian was her real father. The man Josie had believed to be her father died when she was six, but in her heart, she wasn’t sure she would ever think of Eli Matson as anything but her dad. Still, she knew it wasn’t Christian’s fault that they’d been torn apart and had had to spend thirty years unknown to one another.

“Yeah,” Josie said. “Everything’s fine. I’m sorry. We can talk in the morning.”

“Josie,” he said, sounding more awake now. “For the last thirty-some years I would have given my own life to get a phone call from you at all—to know you were alive—so you get to call me in the middle of the night just as much as you want. What’s on your mind?”

In the background, she heard a door creak. She imagined him walking out of the bedroom he shared with her mother and padding down the hall to the stairs, heading for the kitchen of the house they lived in, two hours from Josie. “It’s a case,” Josie explained. “A little girl went missing today. Her father is Colin Ross. He said he knew you.”

“Yeah, he works in our pricing division,” Christian said easily. “I’m really sorry to hear about his daughter. My God. Is he okay? What happened?”

Josie gave him a brief rundown of the situation. Christian said, “What can I do?”

“Well, I just hoped to get your impression of Colin Ross.”

“My impression?” Christian asked haltingly. “You think he had something to do with his own daughter’s disappearance?”

“I think,” Josie said, “that we can’t rule anything out.”

“Jesus.”

“Do you know him well?” she asked, forging onward even though the conversation had become awkward.

He sighed. “Not that well. We’re not what I would consider close, but we’ve had a few drinks and been on a number of business trips together. When he worked in New York City, I’d see him several times a year. I had to travel there frequently for the company. Marketing works closely with his department once a drug is rolled out. He lived there for many years. His parents still live there, I believe. That’s where he met his wife.”

“What do you think of him?”

“Colin is a good guy. He’s really settled down since he got married.”

“What do you mean?” Josie asked.

“Just that he used to… how should I put this? Enjoy the ladies. He saw a lot of different women but never committed to any one of them.”

“What happened?”

“I don’t know. He met Amy. She wanted nothing to do with him. I don’t know if that was the reason he became obsessed with her, but he pursued her relentlessly. Some of his colleagues in the New York office used to joke that he wore her down. I used to think that once he convinced her to marry him, he’d get tired of her. No one at Quarmark thought it would last.”

“Well, it has,” Josie said.

“Oh, I know,” Christian said. “All he talks about is his family. It used to be when we’d get together for drinks he’d talk about the latest woman he’d been with, but I really think that becoming a father changed him. Settled him down. Either that or he’s just getting old.” He chuckled but the sound quickly died. “I can’t believe it. That poor little girl.”

“We’ll find her,” Josie said with more authority than she actually felt.

“I believe you will,” Christian said. “You know, your sister will be blowing up your phone the minute she hears about this.”

Josie laughed. “She already has.”

They said their goodbyes and Josie put her phone back on to charge and laid back in her bed. Silence roared through the house, the loneliness cloying and creeping. She thought of the bottle of Wild Turkey she’d bought a month ago, just after Noah’s mother was murdered. It was still in her kitchen, at the very back of one of her cabinets. Just one shot and she would fall easily to sleep.