A Gut Feeling
As I drove away from the store, a nagging unease settled over me. Frank and his mother seemed to be hiding something, a secret that cast a shadow over everything. Perhaps it was the whispers of the townspeople, or the glaring absence of Susan, but I couldn’t shake the sense that more lay beneath the surface. My thoughts kept returning to Susan’s fear, fueling an urgent need to uncover the truth of what was really happening.
A Gut Feeling
Checking Backgrounds
Back at the station, I dove into the computer, running a background check on Frank and his family. Fingers drumming impatiently on the desk, I combed through public records and every available resource, searching for any red flags that might explain Susan’s predicament. With each click, I hoped for a clue—a missing piece of the puzzle that could finally make sense of it all.
Checking Backgrounds
