3
Day three, and Jessica was no closer to figuring anything out. She was getting discouraged. And hungry and tired and heartbroken. She wanted her bed and a shower and her friends. She wanted someone to talk to. She wanted Karli alive again.
Jessica was sure the police would have seen the videos already. There was a camera in the lobby of Karli’s apartment building that would show the time Jessica entered the building. And they should have the call log from nine-one-one. They should know when she called, and when the other person called.
The only thing they didn’t have was when she left the building. Because she went out the side door. But Jessica knew that was small compared to the other things. If it took her five minutes to walk up the stairs, there was no way she was in the building
