Immediately the officers left Julie set out to check if Jotham’s CCTV had captured Murray. Her hope was dashed when she realized it hadn’t.
Of course, Murray was smarter than letting himself be captured when he was planting evidence.
She had to go to Grandpa immediately; they couldn’t figure out what to do. She couldn’t go to the officers and tell them about Murray when she had no evidence to prove her words.
She got into one of Jotham’s cars and made for his grandpa’s house.
Julie gripped the steering wheel tightly, her eyes darting between the road and the rearview mirror when she felt like she was being followed.
Murray’s black sedan had been trailing her for the past fifteen minutes. Her heart raced as she pressed the gas, hoping to lose him before reaching Grandpa’s estate. She couldn’t let him know where she was headed.
“Stay calm,” she muttered to herself.
Her car swerved onto a side street, tires screeching. She glanced back—Murray was still behind her, persistent and aggres
