Page 60 of Deadly Scandals

But some questions don’t have answers.

Ashley, who wasn’t known for her ability to let things go, harped, “Well, we are going to deal with this. We can do it the easy way or the hard way. Give me your DNA sample, or I’ll get one from your hair. I’ll compare mine as well. If we aren’t a match, I’ll let it go. But, Mia, I have to know what happened to my sister. You understand, right? Missing someone? Not knowing if they are dead or alive?”

Fuck. I did. She didn’t have to pull the missing person bit on me. “Fine. I’ll contact Roma. He did the DNA for me with Joaquín and Julián. Just give me some of your hair.”

Her eyes lit up. “Perfect. Actually, can you have him run one more test?”

“Fuck, Ashley. Whose? I’m not going to be running random DNA profiles of everyone your paranoid mind suspects of being involved in some kind of illicit crime.”

She reached into her purse and handed me a lock of long brown hair. “Sienna’s.”

Oh fuck. Now I felt like an asshole.

“Sure, but why? The police and FBI are handling the case. And I’m certain Sienna is Mitch’s kid. They look like twins.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt that at all. But we both know how the police and FBI, and even NCIS, take forever with DNA testing. I just want us to have her profile on file, in case, I mean if…” Ashley’s eyes welled up.

I knew what she was about to say. What neither of us wanted to say or to admit to ourselves, or to Mitch. That we may never find her.

After an eternity, Grant and Sam finally emerged from the ride. Grant had bought him a Buzz Lightyear stuffed animal. He was almost the same age as Julián, and they were great friends. I couldn’t bear for Sam to blame himself for what happened to his sister. Sam had been with her. Seen her walk away with the Jedi. He was the only eye witness. We needed to get him to remember everything without scaring him.

Grant kissed me on the cheek.

I whispered into his ear so Sam wouldn’t hear me. “Any word from Mitch?”

“Nope. Let’s take Sam back to the hotel room and wait for Mitch’s call.”

I relayed my conversation with Grant to Ashley, and she agreed to the plan.

We slowly walked toward the entrance, Ashley trailing behind Grant, Sam, and me. Finally, when we were about to leave, Sam pointed at some guy with wavy brown hair, a blue T-shirt, and khaki board shorts walking near the exit.

“That’s the guy who was talking to my sister.”

What the fuck?

Grant immediately knelt down next to Sam. “Are you sure?”

“Yup! Hey, where’s my sister?” he yelled at the top of his lungs.

Oh no. I didn’t want the guy to get spooked. Grant, Ashley, and I shared an intense glare.

The guy must’ve heard Sam, because he suddenly sprinted toward the exit gate.

But he was no match for Grant.

Grant gave chase and darted after him, with Ashley a few steps behind, as I clutched Sam by the hand and ran after them.

The dude had already left the park, but I could see Grant in the distance. My husband finally caught up to our suspect and tripped him.

Grant stood over him as Ashley, Sam, and I caught up to them.

“Sam, are you sure? Look at this guy.”

Sam stared at the man. “I’m sure. Where is my sister?”

The guy’s hands began to shake. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

A group of policemen walked toward us.