CLARISSA’S POV
The town of Casper is alive with activity today. Outside, the streets are busier than usual. The investigation into Elijah's death stirrs up more foot traffic than the town has seen in years. The sheriff’s office is making their rounds, asking questions, probing for details. The killer had been bold, leaving no doubt that it was murder, but careful enough to leave no obvious clues. It unsettles the town. Nothing ever happens in Casper—at least, nothing like this.
I sip my coffee as I listen to the sheriff’s questions. My answers are short, to the point. I didn’t know Elijah well, but his death is still a shock. When the sheriff is satisfied, he nods, tilting his hat back slightly.
"Be careful, Clarissa," he says “And if you hear anything, you let us know, alright?"
I nod
