Alex
The tires hummed against the asphalt, a monotonous drone that did little to drown out the storm brewing in my head. My grip on the steering wheel tightened, knuckles whitening as I replayed the day's events for the umpteenth time.
We had been so close.
Adrian and I had spent hours poring over Simon Hart's case files, dissecting every cryptic note and redacted line. It was clear Simon had known more than he'd documented.
Buried within the margins of his notes, we found a name: Professor Leonard Whitaker. A former criminology professor at our college back then, Whitaker had been a mentor to Hart and a witness of what had happened during the investigation. If anyone knew the truth Hart had concealed, it was him.
But fate had a sick and twisted sense of humor.
