Elizabeth
Three rings went by before I hear a man greet me on the phone. "This is Harold Shaw, how may I help you?"
"Mr. Shaw, this is Elizabeth Scott, you called me?" I say with urgency.
"Oh thank goodness you picked up, you need to come to the police station right away."
My breath catches. "What? Why" I sputter out.
"I'll explain when you come here. Just hurry."
"I will. Thank you." I hang up to the phone and look at a very worried Tristan.
"Elizabeth, what's going on?" he asks.
I shake my head. "I don't know. He just said that we need to get to the police station right away." I say, my mind still spinning in confusion.
I can see Tristan's jaw clench. "Let's go then." I nod and hurry into the passenger seat. "Just the local one, right?" he asks.
"Yeah." I answer and he's off.
