Chapter 20
I tossed and turned all night and finally decided to get up. I looked at the clock. It was 5:25 AM. It was overcast and gloomy, so I put on my sweats and headed down for coffee. I stared at the empty coffee pot, recalling that I had gone right up to bed and hadn’t set it up. As the coffee brewed, I gazed out my back window thinking about my cases and wondering why I put myself through the emotional ups and downs that came with this job. All at once, a bolt of lightning lit up the sky sending down a torrent of rain. I hoped it wasn’t a sign.
I sipped coffee and listened to the rain while I jotted down a few things to look into. I couldn’t help but wonder how the text message guy ended up with Heather Newman’s car. I’d check to see if it was reported stolen and go from there.
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