Chapter 2 - The Stolen Alibi
The interrogation room smelled like stale coffee and cheap floor wax.
Detective Miller sat across the metal table, staring at me with cold, calculating eyes.
He tossed a manila folder onto the table and leaned back in his squeaky chair.
He told me that Sarah had filed a restraining order against me early this morning.
I stared at him in absolute shock because Sarah and I had been on peaceful terms for two years.
I insisted that I was working a double shift at the warehouse all day.
Miller shook his head and pulled a glossy photograph from the folder.
The picture showed a man wearing my exact gray hoodie walking out of Sarah's house at five o'clock.
I looked closer at the photograph and felt a sudden surge of hope.
I pointed out that the man in the picture was wearing a watch on his right wrist.
I am right handed, and I have always worn my watch on my left wrist.
Miller stared at the photograph, his hardened expression flickering with a hint of doubt.
Before the detective could ask another question, the heavy metal door swung open.
A man in a perfectly tailored suit walked into the room carrying a leather briefcase.
He announced that he was my legal counsel and demanded my immediate release due to a lack of physical evidence.
I asked the man who had hired him, because I certainly could not afford an expensive defense attorney.
The lawyer ignored my question and casually slid a small burner phone across the metal table.
He told me that my anonymous benefactor wanted me to have this immediately.
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The screen of the burner phone lit up with a single, terrifying text message.
"Kate knows you have the video, so she is moving the child to the warehouse."
