MARK'S POV:"Hey Paul, what's going on?" I inquired, my tone masking the impatience that was steadily building within me."Mark, I really need to have a serious conversation with you," Paul said, the tension in his voice unmistakable.As I waited for Paul's response, my heart skipped a beat with anxiety. Trying to keep my voice steady, I asked, "What is it?" Unable to contain my anticipation, I urged him, "Go on, I'm listening.""It's about Jennie. There's something you need to know," Paul's tone was serious, and I could sense the urgency in his voice.The tension from Paul's call lingered as I attempted to focus on my work. My mind was consumed by a whirlwind of thoughts and possibilities, each more unsettling than the last. Paul's words echoed in my mind, casting a shadow over my thoughts and leaving me feeling unsettled.I couldn't shake the eerie feeling that something significant was about to unfold. Throughout the dragging day, I couldn't help but steal constant glances at Jenni
MARK'S POV:Jennie's heart raced as she gathered the courage to speak. With a deep breath and her voice shaking, she started, "Mark, there's a lot about my past that I've never told anyone. It's not something I'm proud of, and I've carried it with me for so long.”I nodded in encouragement, signalling for her to carry on. "Please, go ahead. I'm all ears.”"I grew up in a small town," she began, her voice tinged with nostalgia as her gaze drifted into the distance. "Life wasn't easy there. My family struggled to make ends meet, and I had to take on various odd jobs just to help put food on the table. When I reached a certain age, I made the difficult decision to leave home and try to build a new life for myself. However, no matter how hard I try, the memories of my past continue to linger and weigh heavily on me.”"What sort of things?" I inquired, feeling a surge of curiosity and a weight on my heart.Jennie stood still for a moment, her gaze fixed on her trembling hands. "I found m
SARAH'S POV:As we stepped outside the police station, I couldn't help but notice the palpable tension in the air. It felt heavy and suffocating, almost as if it had a physical presence. Walking alongside Lawn to his car, the weight of the ominous phone call I had just received seemed to hang in the air, casting a shadow over every step. Unspoken, yet undeniably present, it felt like a lingering threat that loomed between me. Despite the heaviness of the situation, I and Barr Lawn knew that we had to remain resolute and unwavering in the face of whatever challenges lay ahead..“We have to proceed with caution,” Lawn said as he cautiously unlocked the car and glanced around. “Whoever made that call means business.”"I agree," I replied, settling into the comfortable leather of the passenger seat. "But we can't afford to back down now. We've invested so much time and effort, and we're so close to finding the truth. We have to see this through to the end."Lawn agreed with a nod and
SARAH'S POV:After locking eyes with Joe for a few intense moments, I mustered up my courage and made the choice to break the weighty silence that surrounded us."I am incredibly grateful for all the support and assistance you have provided me with… There were numerous occasions when you came to my rescue, and I cannot thank you enough for that. However, I am concerned that depending on you too much may imply that I am taking advantage of your generosity, and I do not want to come across as selfish or inconsiderate…”"Then do so," Joe interrupted, his voice firm. "That's why I'm here. Do you have any idea of the efforts I've made in life to become someone useful to you?”"Do I have to know? I don't understand why this is so important," I replied, my tone becoming defensive.Joe let out a deep sigh. "Sarah, I want you to know that I'm not going to pressure you into anything, even if you end up choosing Barr Lawn. All I just wanted to do was show you that I could provide and offer you
SARAH'S POV:Over the next day, I found myself going through the old family photo album.However, just when things seemed bleak, an unexpected breakthrough emerged from an unlikely source. I stumbled upon a photograph that immediately grabbed my attention. It was a picture of my parents at a party, surrounded by a close-knit group of friends, sharing laughter and joy. As I examined the photo more closely, I noticed something eerie in the background - the same shadowy figure that appeared in the police photograph."It's him again.” I feel a sense of urgency to uncover his identity. I can't shake the feeling that I need to figure out who this person is.I promptly contacted Barr Lawn to inform him. He advised me to bring the photo to his office.I quickly got dressed and hurried over to the Barr Lawn office. When I arrived, I handed the image to him, and he carefully examined it. "We'll need more than a blurry photo," he said thoughtfully. "But it's a starting point. I'll check if th
MARK'S POV: As we approached the imposing office doors after lunch, I stole a quick glance at Jennie. Her unwavering presence felt like a comforting anchor amidst the brewing storm of uncertainty. "Whatever challenges lie ahead, we'll confront them together," I murmured, gently squeezing her hand to offer reassurance. Jennie's smile held a resolute determination, her eyes reflecting a steely resolve. "Together," she affirmed, her voice steady and unwavering, as we crossed the threshold into the unknown, ready to take on whatever mysteries and trials awaited us. As I stepped through the doorway into my office, a palpable tension hung in the air, suffocating and dense. It felt as though the very atmosphere was holding its breath, laden with unspoken words and veiled secrets. Jennie's revelations still echoed in my mind, along with the weight of the ominous prophecy she had shared. Despite the heavy atmosphere, a glimmer of hope flickered within me as I entertained the possibility of
SARAH'S POV:George Collins opened the door with a quizzical expression. "Can I assist you with something?" he inquired."We're searching for your brother, Richard," Lawn informed him. "It pertains to an issue from several years ago involving the Peters."A shadow crossed George's face. "Richard has faced his share of challenges, but he's my brother. Why do you need him?""I need to discuss my parents' murder with you," I stated firmly. "We believe he may possess information that could aid us in finding the truth."After a moment of contemplation, George relented. "He's been keeping a low profile, but I can provide you with his address. Just... exercise caution. Richard isn't the same person he once was."Armed with Richard's address, Lawn and I prepared ourselves to confront him. The closer we drew to the elusive truth, the more precarious our situation became. Nevertheless, we remained resolute. The perpetrator of my parents' heinous crime was within our grasp, and I was unwavering
SARAH'S POV:"Richard!" I shouted, rushing to his side. Blood pooled around him, his breaths shallow and labored."Find him," Richard rasped, blood bubbling at his lips. "He knows too much.” But before he could say any other thing he collapsed.Lawn and I exchanged a grim look, our eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation. The urgency in Richard's voice sent shivers down our spines as we realized the magnitude of what was at stake. "Don't worry, you'll be okay," I reassured Richard, though my voice trembled. His eyes fluttered, and I struggled to lift his lifeless body."We need to take him to the hospital." I urgently told Lawn. Without hesitation, Lawn swiftly lifted him and carried him to the car, ready to rush him to the hospital.As we left Richard's cabin, the storm continued to rage, mirroring the turmoil inside me. As we prepared to embark on our pursuit into the dark, foreboding night, a chilling realization settled in: this was only the beginning of a dangerous and hig