SHERIFF DALTON’S POV
I step into my office. The door creaks as it shuts behind me. The scent of stale coffee and worn leather fills the air as I move toward the evidence board. My gaze settles on the mess of notes, photos, and connections all laid our before me. With a sigh, I grab a marker and write a name in bold letters: Landon.
He's my first suspect.
Something isn’t right about him.
Why would he lie about a secret room? I searched every inch of Elise’s house, and there was nothing out of the ordinary. No hidden doors, no compartments, nothing. No s*x dungeon.
Was Landon trying to divert my attention? Remove himself from suspicion? His erratic behavior since arriving in Casper has been troubling.
The only reason someone would lie in a crime scene is to divert attention. I've bee
