Luna stepped out of the supermarket, a bag of groceries in her hand, but her attention was immediately drawn to something else—Sophia Green’s car, parked in the lot. Her stomach twisted with nerves. She hadn’t heard from Sophia in days, and seeing the detective’s car so close to her home only raised suspicions. Her fingers instinctively reached for her phone, dialing Sophia’s number.
But the call went unanswered.
Sophia’s silence only made Luna more uneasy. She frowned, staring at the car, her thoughts racing. What could Sophia possibly be doing here? Was it related to Peter? The killer? Or was it something else altogether?
"Luna? You alright?"
Lucas’s voice broke her from her thoughts. She glanced at him as he stepped forward, taking the grocery bags from her hands with an almost nonc
