Suspect. Jasmine Cresswell

don’t know him.” Sophie kept her gaze fixed on her aunt.

      “He’s a good friend of your mommy’s. Can you say his name?”

      Sophie nodded. “Liam. It’s easy-peasey.”

      “Right. Liam will take you in his car. It’ll be a little way to drive, but not nearly as far as going to Nana and Poppa’s house.”

      Sophie said nothing, but Liam thought he detected a slight reduction in the tension that had held her spine straight and her tiny, skinny body so rigid that it looked brittle. The oddest ache was lodged in the pit of his stomach and he fought the urge to push Alexia aside and take his daughter into his arms. It was physically painful for him to see her so miserable.