97. Seven

97. Seven

. Mikolaj . -

Guess what’s worse than someone being missing for five days? Try seven. Riley Adams has now been gone for a full week while the cops are wasting time chasing wrong leads. I have all the resources. Yet, I’ve never felt this helpless. Their interference is deterring me from figuring out her whereabouts.

The morning they searched my house, the fuckers detained me for eight hours. I should have kept my mouth shut. It’s obvious they knocked on my door that early because they were hoping I would be sleepy and not 100% right in my head. Probable-cause for my detention was—the victim’s belongings found hidden in a bag. M0therfuckers.

“What kind of stupid criminal keeps the evidence right in their house.” I had asked them.

“You would be amazed if you look at the stats.” That smug tall officer had told me.

They weren’t wrong. Bag indeed looked like it was stuffed in a hurry. Still, the statement itself sent a chill down my spine. They were treating it as if she was dead.