Chapter 7: Jocelyn

Jocelyn Cooper was not missing in the way of runaway myths. She was hidden in the way of women who had named a powerful man in a complaint and then learned what power does when cornered.
The cousin who had filed the original missing-person report met Victor in a diner with vinyl seats and no patience for billionaires. She brought texts. Jocelyn had written, three days before vanishing from her apartment: If anything happens, the baby is Spencer Warren’s by clinic theft—not by my crime. I didn’t know the sample was stolen until after. I’m supposed to meet someone about “quiet money.” If I don’t text by morning, call everyone. Morning had come without a text. The cousin had called police. The police had called it adult withdrawal. The texts had sat in a cloud folder like unexploded ordinance.
Spencer read the thread in Victor’s office and felt anger clarify into something colder. Pamela’s mercy had handed a child to a mother who then became a problem for men who preferred problems gone. The dumpster was not a random cruelty. It was a message aimed at the mansion wall—return to sender, erased.
Ruiz—no, this county’s detective was named Harlan—took the texts into a formal interview structure. Harlan did not care about Spencer’s net worth except as motive geometry. “Someone wanted the baby to land on your doorstep dead or damned,” Harlan said. “You’re lucky a hungry child keeps promises.”
Spencer thought of Charlee’s arms in the drizzle. “Luck is a word for when systems fail and a person doesn’t.”
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Search warrants moved toward the LLC, toward a storage unit, toward Julian’s secondary phone. Spencer funded a reward for information on Jocelyn that Victor structured to avoid witness-tampering accusations. Money, used carefully, could be a flashlight instead of a bribe.
At home Mabel hummed while folding onesies. Charlee practiced writing Dexter in large letters. Spencer signed another affidavit and, for the first time in years, cooked eggs badly for a child who ate them as if they were banquet food.