Her Daughter's Cry by M.M. Chouinard

Her Daughter's Cry by M.M. Chouinard

Author:M.M. Chouinard [Chouinard, M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781786818270
Publisher: Bookouture
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Part III

Tuesday, April 16th – Friday, April 19th

Chapter Thirty-Nine

The moment Lopez handed them the information identifying Lucy Huggusi as Zoë’s biological aunt, Jo and Arnett raced out to Worcester. As they pulled up to Lucy’s worn red-brick house, an odd sense of apprehension, enhanced by the fading sunlight, filled Jo. She peered warily around the property as they strode up the drive. “I can’t see how this can go well.”

Arnett’s nod was slow, and pensive. “You gonna take the lead? This might need finessing.”

“Might?” She rapped on the door.

A woman’s voice came through. “Who’s that?”

“Lucy Huggusi? I’m Detective Josette Fournier and this is Detective Bob Arnett, Oakhurst County State Police Detective Unit. We’d like to talk to you about your niece and her daughter.”

“You got ID?”

Jo shot Arnett a look as she held up her badge to the peephole. She thought she heard the word shit, then the door opened.

A woman wearing an orange waitress’ uniform labeled Tommy’s Diner and a wary expression opened the door. “What’d she do?”

Jo slipped her badge back onto her belt, then held up a picture of Zoë on her phone for Lucy to see. “Is this your niece?”

She glanced at the picture. “Yup, that’s Marissa. What’d she do?”

“That’s a long story, I’m afraid. May we come in?”

She threw up her hand in a resigned gesture and turned around. “Might as well. I knew something like this was gonna happen when she showed up at my door. Living room’s over there, have a seat. You’ll have to excuse me a minute, I just got home from work and I can’t stay in this thing a minute longer.”

Jo assessed the room as they waited. The decor was shabby and dated. The only new item in the room was a small TV that hung across from the couch, and the only personal items she could find were two pictures of Lucy with a man, most likely her late husband.

Lucy returned a few minutes later in jeans and a faded Worcester Sharks sweatshirt. Jo summarized the situation for her, leaving out mention of the blood. “She left the care facility, and we’re trying to find her. We’re worried she might be in danger. You said she showed up here?”

Lucy’s eyes widened as Jo spoke, and she sat up straighter in her chair. “Two nights ago. Which really freaked me out, because we haven’t spoken in ten years, and I wasn’t sure whether to believe her or not when she told me she couldn’t remember who she was. But I guess she was telling the truth.”

That was a lot to unpack in a couple of short sentences. “You haven’t spoken in ten years? Why?”

Lucy took a moment before answering. “We weren’t close. She’s always been difficult, since she was a baby.”

“Difficult how?”

Jo watched Lucy choose her words carefully. “If I’m in a compassionate mood, I can admit most of it comes from insecurity. She has a good heart, but she’s oversensitive and she’s selfish. She’s charming as a hypnotist when she wants to be, but when she doesn’t, she won’t hold back.


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