ONE MONTH LATER….
Dem was taking a mid-afternoon nap outside in her garden when her phone started to buzz madly until it almost fell off the table. Running to it, she grabbed it just in time to prevent the fall, promptly connecting the call. It was Tim Barley – her private investigator.
“Good morning, Mrs. Landon. I found the person you were looking for.”
Dem found her breath catch in her chest at the unexpected news. It was two months of relentless pursuit from the detective to have finally dug the person out.
After a brief conversation with her employee, the latter promised that he would send her pictures immediately before disconnecting. While she was busy going through the pictures on her phone, she failed to register the steps behind her and jumped in shock when she felt a pair of
