Detective Jameson turned to his partner as they walked back to their car. "Alright, let's get to finding Allison from the address Sophia gave us the address of her apartment complex, Oakwood Apartments on 5th Street." His partner nodded, already typing the address into his phone's GPS. "I'll get us there ASAP." As they drove to the apartment complex, Jameson's mind was racing with possibilities as he spoke. "If Allison knew something about Dante's whereabouts, she might be their best lead in solving the case." His partner nodded. "But the question should be, if she knew something about him would she tell us." I mean we are talking about her brother going back to jail, women get a little emotional about this things. " "Well, they is only one way to find out." Detective Jameson said his eyes fixed on the road. Upon arriving at the Oakwood Apartments, Jameson and his partner went to the management office to gather more information about Allison's apartment. After which they pr
The detectives walked into the mansion, their faces stern but determined. The family sat in the living room, their eyes fixed on the investigators, hoping for answers. One of the detectives began to speak. "We'd like to ask you three a few questions. Hopefully, something will help us get a lead on whoever did this." The detective's words dripped with intrigue as he continued speaking. "The mask on the wall is an exact replica of the one sent to you Mrs Norman - same size, same length, same width. It's as though the perpetrator is taunting you with precision. This eerie similarity suggests that whoever is targeting both sides might be the same individual or working in tandem. Before now, was there anything unusual happening with you guys? Any subtle threats, strange encounters, or unexplained events that might seem insignificant on the surface but could hold the key to unraveling this mystery?" Daphne took a deep breath before speaking. "On my way back from work yesterday, I fe
Daphne slowly crawled out of bed, her eyes heavy with fatigue. Dark circles had already begun to form under her eyes, a testament to the sleepless night she'd endured. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and began to prepare for work, mechanically going through the motions of showering, dressing, and getting ready for the day. As she dragged her body downstairs, her sisters Fiona and Nancy were already in the kitchen, sipping their coffee and preparing breakfast. They exchanged worried glances as Daphne trudged into the room. "Daph, honey, did you get any sleep?" Fiona asked, concern etched on her face. Daphne shook her head, trying to muster a weak smile. "I'm fine, guys. Just a little tired, that's all." Nancy frowned, setting down her cup of coffee. "You don't look fine, Daph. Maybe you should call in sick today and get some rest. You can't go to work on no sleep." Daphne sighed, knowing her sisters were right, but she couldn't afford to take a day off. "I'll be good. Just
Daphne's day at Healthy Meals had been a whirlwind of chaos. It started with a staff shortage, and she had to juggle multiple roles, from cooking to serving. The kitchen was a hot mess, with pots clanging and orders flying in left and right. Daphne's feet ached from standing for hours, and her hands were red from washing dishes. To make matters worse, the head chef, Mrs. Thompson, was in a foul mood, barking orders and criticizing everyone's performance. Daphne took the brunt of it, as she was in charge of plating the dishes. One wrong move, and Mrs. Thompson would be on her case, nitpicking every detail. Despite the chaos, Daphne managed to keep her cool, but the stress was building up. She was relieved when her shift finally ended. After a grueling day at Healthy Meals, Marcela, Daphne, and a few other colleagues walked home together, their laughter and chatter filling the air. As they reached Daphne's usual turning point, she bid her friends farewell, exchanging warm hugs wit
As the days went on, the family's anxiety grew. The detective's words of caution still lingered in their minds, and the ominous message on Aiden's phone had sent a chill down their spines. Sophia tried to distract herself by focusing on different things, but her mind kept wandering back to the gifts and the threats. Ava and Mia, still shaken by the events, were quiet and withdrawn. Naomi did her best to comfort them, but even her usual warmth and kindness couldn't seem to penetrate the cloud of fear that had settled over the girls. As the afternoon wore on, the family's nerves were stretched to the breaking point. And then, just as they thought things couldn't get any worse, the doorbell rang again. Aiden's eyes narrowed as he made his way to the door. "I'll get it," he said, his voice low and cautious. When he opened the door, he was greeted by a delivery person holding a small package. "Package for Aiden and Sophia," the person said, handing Aiden a small box. Aiden's ey
As the morning sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the dining room, the family gathered around the table, savoring the aromas of freshly brewed coffee and the promise of a new day. The conversation was lively, punctuated by the clinking of cutlery against fine china and the occasional burst of laughter. The tranquility was interrupted by the soft chime of the doorbell, followed by Naomi's gentle voice as she made her way to answer it. "Excuse me, please," Naomi said, returning with a discreet smile. "There's a delivery person at the door with packages for Mr. Aiden and Mrs Sophia." Beatrice's eyes lit up with interest as she nodded. "Ah, wonderful! Let them in, please." The delivery person, a young man with a friendly demeanor, entered the room with two large, exquisitely wrapped gift boxes. The paper was a rich, creamy white, adorned with delicate gold filigree and tied with satin ribbons that seemed to shimmer in the morning light. Sophia and Aiden