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I stared at the file that I had printed out a couple of hours ago.
The crime scene photos.
Every information about the case.
I raked my fingers through my hair, feeling frustrated because of what was written down in there.
I couldn't believe this.
The clues were right in front of them, but they were just too dumb enough to see.
There was blood found next to the parents bodies, that was marked as it didn't belong to the parents or Angela even. But they hadn't even tested if it belonged to anyone else.
"Fućking idiots," I muttered under my breath.
I pushed the files away from me, on the desk and then thought what to do.
I have to solve this case, but I don't know how.
My eyes flashed open. "They're sisters."
I knew what I had to do first, where to start.
I instantly pulled on my jacket and then rushed downstairs to find Kenneth. "Hey, I need your help with something!" I exclaimed as I found him sipping a glass of water in the kitchen.
"Sure. What do you need?"
"I've been hired to pretty much solve the case of Angela's disappearance. I need to find clues, anything. I'm thinking that maybe if I go to her room, look through her things then I might find some leads that could tell me what happened or where she is."
Kenneth furrowed his eyebrows. "Okay? Sure, whatever. But you're actually going to try solve the case? You're going to find Angela? Nate, are you sure that you want to do this?"
I sent him a confused look. "Why? What would be so bad about it?"
"Because I know." Kenneth sighed. "I know what happened in New York. A couple of days ago your boss... or shall I say old boss, called to see if you were doing alright. So we got talking and then he told me what had happened. Nate, why didn't you tell me?"
I looked away from him, avoiding eye contact. "Because I didn't want you to judge me too. C'mon, I lost some of my very good friends because of that. Everyone judged me there, I didn't want my brother to do the same."
"But-But did you? Is it true what he told me?"
"Of course not!" I snapped. "You know me. You know I would never do that! First, that is completely unprofessional and second, a case victim, seriously?"
Kenneth took another sip of his water. "I'm sorry. I just got confused for a second because of what he was telling me and you showing up here unannounced. I'm sorry, Nate."
"It's fine." I shook it off. "It's good that you believe me now. But will you help me then? I want to help find her, find Angela."
Kenneth smiled and then grabbed his keys from the counter with his phone also. "Let's go then."
"Really?" I questioned, not believing that he was actually going to help me.
"Yes. Now come on," he exclaimed and urged me to follow him.
I followed him out of the house and to his car. We drove for a couple of minutes until a few blocks away, we reached a quiet neighbourhood. He stopped the car in front of a wooden white, two storey house. "Nice house," I commented.
YOU ARE READING
When Nathan Burn, a 24-year-old detective returns to his old town, he isn't aware that the case he's about to take will change his life in more ways than possible. Because the second he lays his eyes on Angela, he is immediately captivated by her sm...