The girl who’d lured Scarlett.
Who’d thought she could save Sandra.
Who’d been starved.
Locked in a wooden box.
And beaten.
This was physical evidence of Della. And as he studied the eyes and the curve of the lips, all his doubts vanished. Della was Margo.
He slipped the pictures of Sandra and Scarlett into evidence bags and then tucked Della’s picture into his side coat pocket. As far as he was now concerned, Della had never existed.
