Tavin woke up early after a restless night. There were far too many questions, and they rattled around in his mind. After a shower, it was finally time to make a phone call to the officer that had handled Eleanor’s case.
“Sheriff Sam Griffin,” a gruff voice answered.
“Hello,” Tavin hesitated. “I don’t know if you’ll remember any of this, but I’m calling on behalf of my sister, Eleanor.”
“Oh, Elle?” the sheriff chuckled. “She’s quite a livewire, isn’t she? Everyone around town just loves her. She’s your sister, huh? I don’t recall her ever mentioning family before.”
“Ah…” Tavin hesitated. That certainly wasn’t the response he expected. “Well, I found an article from several years ago, about a break-in?”
“…Oh, yes,” the sheriff sighed. “I’ve been in law enforcement for over twenty years
