Cuco’s pov;
When I got to Moss’ house, the first thing I noticed was the drying flower in front of the house.
Azalea once told me that it was her father’s favorite and that it had to be watered everyday else, it was going to die. He also didn’t joke with it, never. No matter what was going on.
But the flower looked like it hadn’t been watered in several days.
I furrowed my brows and rang the doorbell.
No response.
I rang severally and it was the same thing.
I moved to the side of the house and crouched near the window. The house was dark and quiet. I wasn’t sure anyone was home.
I backed away slowly. I could understand that perhaps, Azalea had chosen to leave the city, but what about the detective? Had something happened to him?
I pulled out the cheap burner phone I’d taken from t
