Chapter 22

CECELIA'S POINT OF VIEW

The shoe sat on Detective Gomez's desk between us. A woman's size seven pump, once black, now gray-green from three months underwater. The heel had broken off, but the designer's red sole remained visible. Louboutin. Unmistakably Beatrix's.

"Is this your sister's shoe, Ms. Winslow?" Detective Gomez asked, his tired eyes watching my reaction carefully.

I reached