I slowly sat down in my chair at my desk.. It all made sense. It was the brother of the officer who had killed her, but he wouldn’t let his own brother go to jail, so he twists the evidence. How did none of us figure it out sooner? It was obvious.

Weeks had passed ever since I found out the murderer of Dahlia Lewiston. I didn’t know how to come forward about it, so I went to the chief and told him everything. Every. Single. Detail. But, he laughed, pushing me aside. None of them seem to want to hear what I have to say, the truth.

I set down my pencil, my heart racing as my door clicks behind me. I didn’t leave my door closed. I turned around, the chief pointing a gun start at my head.

I knew I was right all this time..