Briar
“Hello, Detective Keegan. My name’s Briar. We haven’t spoken in years.” I spoke as I paced the length of my kitchen.
“You worked on a break-in and a missing person’s case in Royal Oaks.”
There was silence on the other end for a moment. “The biker boy.”
I clutched the base of my neck. “Yes, him. Severin Sinclair.”
“If I remember correctly, I told you he was declared dead.”
“Yes, but are you sure?”
He cleared his throat. “Miss James, we did the best we could with the little information we had.”
“How could you declare him dead? What if he wasn’t?”
“There was a lot of blood on that property, Miss James. It wasn’t just in the house, there was a lot outside too.”
I shook my head. The man who received the award last night popped up in my mind again. He’d been on my mind all night
