âYou may just have found our first genuine break in this case, Doc,â Malloy declared with enthusiasm.
âYouâre welcome,â Kristin murmured as she lowered her eyes back to the partially reconstructed skeleton on the table before her.
Which was why she failed to be prepared for what came next. By the time she realized what was happening, it was too late.
Caught up in the moment, Malloy bracketed her shoulders between his hands and delivered a very enthusiastic and yet innocent kiss to her cheek.
The next second, he had released her and quickly crossed the floor, getting halfway to the door.
âIâll get back to you,â he promised half a second before he was gone.
Kristin stared at the opened door, stunned. Half of her was hoping that he would live up to his promiseâand half of her really hoped that he wouldnât.
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Prologue
Josephine Alberghetti placed an overly generous portion of lasagna in front of her daughter, then sighed as she took a seat opposite her.
âMom, youâve been sighing like that since I walked in through the door ten minutes ago. Whatâs up?â Dr. Kristin Alberghetti asked her mother.
Josephine pressed her lips together, as if hesitating to give voice to what was fairly bursting to come out. The next moment, the hesitation was over, just as Kristin knew it would be. Drama and her mother were best friends.
âWhen you first came to me and told me that you wanted to be a doctor, I was so proud I thought I would just burst,â Josephine told her only child. âI wasnât sure how we were going to pay for it with your father, God rest his soul, gone, but I remember being so very, very proudâand determined to help you reach your dream. I was willing to work my fingers to the bone, putting in twenty hours a day to make my little girlâs dream come true.â
Kristin knew where this was going. The same place that it had gone before.
âUncle Gasper lent you the money, Mom,â Kristin reminded her mother patiently. âActually, he gave you most of it.â
Though her fatherâs uncle had fought her, Kristin had stubbornly insisted on paying the man back. It hadnât been easy, but she did it, taking and holding down jobs whenever she could while going to medical school. Through extreme dedication and concentrated energy, at the sacrifice of her social life, sheâd managed to graduate ahead of time, thanks to an accelerated program.
But this wasnât about her motherâs sacrificesâof which she would have been the first to say that there were a legitimate number. This was about something else. And Kristin had a very strong feeling she knew what that âsomething elseâ was.
Kristin and her mother were seated at the table in the kitchen where she had spent her first seventeen years. She had only a little time to spare and had actually popped in to visit in the middle of the morningâtaking a couple of hours of personal timeâbecause her mother had complained about being neglected. Feeling guilty, Kristin had juggled a few things, put a couple more on hold and then dashed over.
Kristinâs grandmother, Sophia, a fixture in her life for as far back as she could remember, was also there. Kristin exchanged glances with the older woman now. She knew what was coming, as did her grandmother. Out of respect for her motherâbecause she knew how frustrated Josephine Alberghetti feltâKristin kept her silence. But it wasnât easy.
âBut why you took all that wonderful knowledge,â Josephine was saying, âand training and practically just threw it out the window to become a medical examiner, poking around inside of dead people, is really, really beyond me.â She looked at her daughter pleadingly. âCanât you just go into private practice? Think of the good you could be doing.â
âI am doing good, Mom,â Kristin told her mother. This certainly wasnât the first time they had done this dance, but her mother seemed to refuse to remember her good reasons for choosing this route. She patiently repeated one. âIâm bringing closure to a great many families who need answers.â