LAURA
The moment I pull up to the house, James pulls in behind me. I quickly hop out and approach his vehicle. He opens the door to greet me, “Hey, Laura, if you don’t mind, let’s go inside and discuss.”
I reach up and brush my hair from my face and shrug, “No, not at all. Let’s go.”
I led him up to the front porch, unlocked the front door, and walked through the entrance. I hang up my purse on the hook as he steps in behind me, closing the door, “Let’s go in the kitchen.” I direct him.
He follows me into the kitchen, and I pull out a seat and plop down. He eyes me curiously as he sits down across from me, “Everything okay?” he asks.
I nod my head and exhale, “Yes, please tell me what you have.”
He pulls out the notepad from his pocket, “Well, the person who lives in the trailer
