Keisha shook her head slowly and sighed,
“I'm not sure. She's a gore-artist, so it's no surprise that she makes drawings like that. Her last sketch is what is not sitting right with me.”
I put the book on the table, still looking into its pages as I crossed my hand over my chest. Now this had taken a different turn of events and I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do with this information.
“Why are you showing this to me anyway? The police are already on this case, I'm sure they'll be able to find her eventually," I said, but the doubtful look on Keisha's face made me want to rethink what I was saying.
Maybe there was actually more to this. My eyes caught sight date at a corner of the page. I started to flip through other pages to be sure that the dating was consistent and it indeed
