Abigail
The yellow tape on Cole's house was still up, billowing in the cool evening breeze that whipped at it.
I leaned forward against the dashboard, narrowing as I stared through the windscreen. Why were the police investigation tapes still around the building?
"I thought they already concluded that it was a robbery," I grumbled.
"Mm." Annette was seated in the passenger seat, clicking her tongue as she tapped rapidly on her system.
Long green and red codes marred the dark computer screen. She was hacking into the surveillance street camera on the street adjacent to Cole's house. The one directly opposite it had been destroyed, the murderers were smart, I'll give them that.
"So why is the tape still there?" I leaned back in my seat. "Are they keeping the case open?"
"Or keeping people out," She shrugged.
