Tia
The call came just as I was finalizing yet another document.
The sharp ring of my phone cut through the silence of the office, making my pulse quicken.
I barely needed to check the caller ID; I already had a gut feeling that it was Officer Callaway.
With a deep breath, I steadied myself before answering.
"Tia here."
"Ms. Winters, I need you to come down to the station immediately," Officer Callaway’s voice was sounded grave. "It’s about the assailant."
A chill slithered down my spine. My grip on the phone tightened and asked hopefully. "Did he finally talk? Did he give up a name?"
I held my breath as I waited to hear good news while my gut feeling suggested otherwise.
There was a pause on the other end, heavy and foreboding then cane the reply, "Just get here. I’ll explain
