“Evey, I want you to scan the area and keep a list of everything coming and going from this neighborhood,” he ordered in a deep growl.
Getting out of the car, Trevor went back inside the apartment and started looking around. Some things caught his attention that he hadn’t noticed on his first rush through.
Some of the dishes in the kitchen sink still had water droplets on them, letting Trevor know that they’d been washed not long before the murder. Not that clean dishes were unusual in Chad’s home… but he always used the dishwasher, Envy was the one that hand washed.
The wound in Chad’s chest was also like that of a stab wound, a sharp knife or a dagger. If the anonymous call dispatch had gotten was correct, something had run out the front door. Given everything that had happened lately
