Abigail
"The witness is solid," Raymond said. "Well hopefully, she is. I need to verify before I get your hopes up."
I shifted the phone to my other ear, watching the city blur past us through the passenger window while Annette drove us home.
"What about the person you were tracking before on the case?"
The progress made on investigating my parent's death was slow as a snail.
A baby snail to be precise.
We found nothing. Annette had hacked all the leads we got, trying to get anything at all from the company mom and Dad worked for, but it felt like we were just spinning in circles.
"It was a dead end," Detective Raymond said dryly. "He doesn't know anything useful, either that or he knows everything and isn't talking, which is pretty much the same thing."
"We hit a wall on our end too," I sighed, dripping my head against the window. My day off had been splendid, well until now.
"I'll get back to you on this witness, okay? Stay safe, Miss,"
"You too, Old man."
