Her mother never did get that wedding planner. But every Sunday, Corazon started setting an extra plate at the table.
Just in case.
Samia Vince Banderos was not supposed to be a detective. She was supposed to be a wedding planner. Samia Vince Banderos
The photo showed a woman with sea-glass eyes and a smile that could start a war. “My fiancée, Alisha. She vanished three weeks ago. The police say she ran off. I say she was taken.” Her mother never did get that wedding planner
For the first time in two decades, Rafael Banderos smiled like a man who had been given permission to come home. Samia Vince Banderos was not supposed to be a detective
She took the case for two reasons: one, her rent was due, and two, the woman in the photo was wearing a bracelet Samia had seen before—a jade-and-silver heirloom that belonged to the Banderos family. The same bracelet her own father had given her mother before he disappeared twenty years ago.
Samia drove through the night, her old Toyota humming like a lullaby. She arrived at the resort as dawn bled gold over the sea. She found Alisha alive—not kidnapped, but sequestered. Pregnant. Protected.