“Did you see the number plates?” Detective Marshall asked King over the call.
Sat in his car, panting with his head on the steering. King was still in shock.“Not at all. It happened so fast and to be honest, I was a bit tipsy.” He admitted.
“And the car? Can you tell what type? You said the driver was a male. Any other thing you can remember?”
“Nothing Marshal. Nothing. Just a letter the driver threw from the window.” King answered dulled.
“We shouldn’t be doing this over the phone King. You need to head back home. We can talk when you’ve rested. Remember your fiancé is at your house and might be endangered too.”
At the thought of Laura, King decided to head back home immediately. She would be getting worried as it was already past 8am, he had kept his phone silent all night.
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