First Confrontation
Surveying the house proved fruitful—we uncovered enough to justify a formal search. Frank met us with wide eyes, though his stance quickly grew defensive. “What’s going on?” he demanded, while Mrs. Jenkins wore a flawless mask of innocence. We presented the situation clearly. “We have a warrant,” I said, holding up the official paper. Their denials came fast, words serving as fragile barriers between guilt and the consequences that awaited.
First Confrontation
Denials Multiply
Frank and Mrs. Jenkins immediately launched into a chorus of denials, insisting they were only concerned for Susan’s safety. “She needs help,” Frank argued, his voice laced with self-righteousness, while Mrs. Jenkins nodded, her stern composure unwavering. Yet their justifications felt hollow—if they truly cared, why all the secrecy? Why the lies? The nagging sense that there was far more beneath the surface pushed me to dig even harder. How deep did this really go?
Denials Multiply
