Seeking The Police’s View
The gravity of our discovery hit hard, and I knew it was time to involve the authorities once more. “We should bring this to the police,” Sarah urged softly. She was right. Despite the sting of old disappointments, this was real evidence. I inhaled deeply, bracing myself for the emotional storm, knowing that revisiting the past through these tapes was both painful and necessary if I wanted the truth to finally surface.
Seeking The Police’s View
Calling On Detective Jones
I reached for my phone and dialed Detective Jones, a name etched into my memory from countless years of investigation. “Linda, it’s been a while,” he answered, his voice steady and familiar. I poured out everything we’d uncovered, words tumbling out in a rush of fear and hope intertwined. “I really need your expertise,” I added, praying he understood the weight of this moment. His reply was calm yet firm—he would look into it, and his sincerity gave me reason to believe.
Calling On Detective Jones
