Visit to Frank’s House
The house was quaint, almost picture-perfect, and Frank and Mrs. Jenkins greeted us at the door with wide, seemingly inviting smiles. “Welcome, officers,” Mrs. Jenkins chirped, her voice a touch too sweet, while Frank gestured for us to come inside. The interior was cozy, almost like a carefully arranged stage set for guests, gleaming as if begging us to believe in their normalcy. Yet the excessive politeness felt off—moments like this often revealed more than they intended.
Visit To Frank’s House
Suspicions About Frank
Frank’s overly friendly demeanor immediately set off alarms in my mind—why all this charm? “Hope you find everything alright,” he chuckled, treating it almost like a casual visit. But beneath every smile and laugh lurked something darker. This wasn’t mere politeness; it felt like a carefully staged performance. As he spoke, I watched intently for any slip, any sign that might reveal the deeper scheme I suspected was unfolding.
Suspicions About Frank
