If It Wasn't Joy, Then Who?

I felt a chill down my spine, a creeping sense of dread. A vibrant life was snuffed out on the way to meet me, crushed by a truck. Could this really be a coincidence?

He only wanted to tell me something about Joy. Just a piece of information, and it cost him his life? How could such a well-mannered person just disappear like that?

I realized then that things were far more complicated than they seemed.

As I watched Williams leave hurriedly, my mind kept racing. Why didn't the officers ask me anything about Joy? That was the crucial question. Could they have really overlooked such an important matter?

And if they had already concluded that it was a drunk-driving accident and IAN was killed, why were they still investigating?

It didn't add up.

Could it be that if this wasn't as simple as it seemed, the person responsible for his death was May Wilson, Joy, or someone else entirely?