CHAPTER 26.
About three hours have passed, and I still had no clue about who killed Avery. My instincts seemed to fail me this time, working only when it came to Willams! There was something off about this whole case. How can I sleep knowing that I could have protected Avery, but I couldn't? It was weighing heavily on me, and my guilt grew stronger.
The entire team was putting in their utmost effort. Everyone was on the edge of their seats, desperate for a clue. We had been here for two straight hours, but nothing was emerging.
Suddenly, the telephone rang, and I hastily answered it. "How may I assist you?"
"Is this Taylor Blackwell?" a soft voice came from the other end. However, I quickly denied it. "I'm sorry, no, I'm not Taylor Blackwell." I promptly hung up the call. There was no
