Taking The Back Seat

Looking around the car, she never thought she'd end up in the back of a police car. "Is this what it's like for all the bad guys?" she wondered.

She covered her face with her hands, feeling a mix of emotions rushing through her. Slowly, she lowered her hands, still trying to process what had just happened. "What was that?" she muttered, questioning if what she saw was real or just her imagination. She had seen someone get killed, and the killer had seen her too.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm down. She looked down at her leg, which was a bit swollen and bruised from when she ran away from the scene. "Looks like my detective work will have to wait," she said, feeling frustrated about not finding any clues about Esther.

A few moments later, Bradley returned. He opened the door and handed her a plastic bag. "I'm sorry, this is all I could find. You'll have to manage," he said, sounding apologetic.