My Grandma placed a hand on my shoulder. “Sweetheart, let them explain—”
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “Something’s not right. How do you know he’s telling the truth?”
I looked back at the officer.
“Because he gave details, no one else could’ve known.”
That’s the moment something shifted inside me.
“He would’ve told me.”
“I need to talk to him,” I said. “I’m going to find him.”
“Miss—” the officer started.
My Grandma chimed in. “Lisa, you don’t have to rush into this—”
I didn’t wait for them to stop me. I grabbed my purse from the hook by the door and wheeled past them before they could say anything else.
Because whatever Daniel had been hiding, I wasn’t going to hear it from anyone else.
“I need to talk to him.”
“Lisa, wait!” my grandma called after me.
“I’ll be back,” I said, already moving down the porch ramp.
I called a ride the second I hit the sidewalk. While I waited, I pulled up my contacts and scrolled until I found someone who might help.
Jake.
He and Daniel had been close since middle school.
He answered on the third ring. “Sup, Lis?”
“I need Daniel’s address. Right now.”
“Lisa, wait!”
There was a pause. “Why?”
“Please, Jake. I don’t have time to explain.”
Another pause. Then, “Yeah… okay. Hang on.”
Jake read it out just as my ride pulled up.
“Thanks,” I said quickly and hung up.
***
Daniel’s house was on the other side of town.
I rolled up to the front door and knocked.
“I don’t have time to explain.”
A woman opened it a few seconds later. She looked surprised.
“Hi. Is Daniel home?”
Her expression shifted, just slightly. “He… left early this morning.”
That hesitation stuck with me.
“I really need to talk to him. Officers came to my house asking about him. About my parents.”
Her grip on the door tightened.
For a second, I thought she might send me away.
Her expression shifted.
