Scars Of A Broken Bond

Sabrina wasn’t in the mood to cook at the moment. She joined Bettie in discussing Lunch options. Then she sat on the sofa, lost in thought.

Since the kidnappers were so capable, the hostage must be an important figure.

If she wanted to continue her investigation, she knew she couldn’t do it alone.

“A penny for your thoughts?” Bettie asked.

“Just pondering a few things.” Sabrina’s lips curled into a faint smile, her composure returning. “By the way, do you know any private detectives in Mathias?”

“Private detectives? Why do you ask?” Bettie widened her eyes, curious.

you want

to investigate the truck driver who killed my father,” Sabrina answered,

glance passed between them, and

deceased father’s estate. As a

the heavy sentence imposed on the truck driver, it paled in comparison to the loss of Sabrina’s father.

found it difficult to let go and accept

detectives, but I can help you inquire about it,”

careful and discreet. I don’t want anyone to find out about

course. I’ll tread carefully,” Bettie assured. “By the way, did

She realized that Bradley had sent her a