WADE
“Do you know this man, Mr. Dagson? Can you make him out? Does he resemble anyone you have met before, perhaps in terms of body structure, posture, or anything?" Daniel asks, and my voice sounds foreign as I respond that I have never seen him before, and can't make him out.
My heart rate rises with each passing Second and I turn to Daniel, my throat dry, as I speak. “What does this mean?” I ask, his earlier words about not trusting even my wife echoing in my head, and he exhales, his face unreadable.
"I have said everything I can without getting into or causing trouble, Mr. Dagson. I wasn’t supposed to say anything… like this… right now. All I want you to remember from this is that you cannot trust anyone, especially with the specifics of your case."
I stare at the photos again,
