with dead bodies—was here to tell her the case of her missing baby was being closed, or filed as a cold case or however that sort of thing worked. It’s fine, she told herself. They can close it if they want. I never will.
Detective Copeland leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees. His dark eyes appeared black in the shade of her porch, his lashes long and lush, curled upward. His shoulders were broad, his white dress shirt pulled tight over his biceps in the position he was in. This man exuded masculinity. He was nothing like Cedric Murphy, the pot-bellied detective with the kind smile and the heavy-lidded eyes, the detective she still had a soft spot for, though she hadn’t spoken to him in . . . over a year. And even before that, it’d always been so brief. Detective Copeland seemed to be measuring her, choosing the words he was about to say carefully, the way people did who were familiar with her abduction. As if, even though almost a decade had passed, she might shatter if it was mentioned. As if she might have forgotten for a while and having it brought up would remind her. If only. “A few days ago, we found the body of a woman chained up in the basement of an abandoned house in Clifton.”
She froze. She hadn’t expected that. “A . . . body? Chained?” The last word emerged croaky and she cleared her throat.
Detective Copeland leaned back, nodding, his eyes fixed on her face. “Yes. Steel rings had been drilled into the concrete walls to hold the chain.”
She felt cold suddenly. “I . . . see. And the girl, how had she died?”
“She starved to death.”
Josie let out a small choked sound, sliding down slightly in her chair. “My God,” she said, shaking her head, looking off behind him for a moment. “But, Detective, if you’re here because you think it’s the same man who—”
Detective Copeland held up his hand. “I know. The man who abducted you died of a self-inflicted gunshot wound. Your case was closed. I read the file. All of it.”
“So then you know it can’t be related to my case. It’s just one similarity—the chains.” That couldn’t be completely unique. She had no earthly idea how often a crime like hers was committed, but chains, they . . . must be used sometimes . . . to imprison a victim . . . they . . . She shook her head, attempting to shake loose her meandering thoughts, her spiraling anxiety.
“There’s more.” He paused for a moment. “Words were carved into this woman’s thigh. The knife went so deep, they were evident on her bone.”
“Oh,” emerged as half breath, half word, and Josie unconsciously brought her fingers to the place where she wore the scar of what Marshall Landish had done to her. Casus belli. She still carried the blame he’d assigned to her. She always would. In her flesh . . . in her soul. When she realized where her hand had gone, she removed it, her fingers fluttering slightly before she laced her hands and set them in her lap. She met the detective’s eyes. Shrewd, measuring, but . . . kind. His eyes were tight at the corners, his full lips set in a pinched line. He was worried about how she was processing this news. She sat up straight, bolstered by his empathy. “I don’t understand,” she murmured.
“We think it’s a copycat,” the detective said. “All elements that appear similar to your case were documented in the news. Someone could have read about them and sought to recreate the crime. We just don’t know why. Is there anything you can think of that might shed some light on this girl’s death?”
Josie shook her head slowly. “No, I . . . Do you know anything about her yet?”
He paused for a heartbeat as though he were deciding whether to answer her question. “We haven’t informed her family, but we believe she’s a local woman who worked in a restaurant in Hyde Park. She didn’t come home from work one night.”
She scraped her top teeth over her bottom lip, looking down. “It has to be a stranger. Just using the information available from my case, for whatever reason.” Josie swallowed. “Was she . . . raped?”
The detective nodded solemnly. “Yes. But in this girl’s case, he used a condom. We haven’t discovered any DNA evidence on the unknown suspect as of yet,