Miranda’s POV:
I scrolled through the tablet, the glow of the screen starting to hurt my eyes. My fingers flew frantically across the screen so hard it was starting to hurt.
Something. There had to be f*****g something!
“Urgh!” I screamed in frustration. I raised the tablet over my head, about to chuck it into the wall, then I paused.
The wall of evidence stared back at me. I got to my feet and padded across the floor through the numerous unopened shopping bags till I stood before it.
“What are you hiding?” I whispered.
These men. Chief Joan. A dead doctor. A dead doctor…what if he’s not dead? That’s why I started investigating him. And so far I had found a connection between him and only one man on this wall. The rest? Nothing.
I raked my fingers through my hair, and I noticed ho
