hand.
“This is the county dispatch log,” he said. “The call came in at 7:42 p.m. from Natalie Keene. Location ping and partial address matched the Keene cabin on Pine Ridge Road.”
Brett shook his head.
“She was confused.”
Eli stared at him.
“She was clear enough for us to find her.”
The atmosphere changed.
Not instantly. Public opinion rarely transforms like continue reading …