I drove straight ahead with one destination in mind, not caring that it was already three a.m.
The road stretched endlessly before me, empty and dark, the city finally asleep while my thoughts burned awake. Halfway there, I reached for my phone and called Leo.
It rang.
No answer.
I called again.
“Good morning, sir,” he said finally, his voice groggy but alert. “Is there anything I can help you with?”
“The woman who claimed she saw a couple enter Detective Johnson’s house,” I said, keeping my tone even. “How did she describe them?”
There was a brief pause, papers rustling on his end.
“She said the man was wearing a hoodie,” Leo replied. “Tall. Lean build. The woman with him seemed younger—very tall as well, according to the elderly witness.”
My grip tightened on the steering wheel
