You picked that out? Caine asked. That pink, plastic toy? I turned to look at him. I happen to have been a little girl, once upon a time, detective. I know what they like. Every little girl wants to be a princess. A thoughtful frown overcame the angry tension on Caine’s rugged face. And what happens when they grow up? I thought of my mother and sisters and all the horrors that had happened the day they’d died. A bitter laugh escaped from my tight lips. Then they just want to be little girls again.
Jennifer Estep