Josiah
We found lots of fingerprints on my SUV. Mine, and most likely Renee’s were all over the driver’s side armrests, steering wheel, gear shift, and handles. But, funny enough, there wasn’t a single print found on the handle that opened the trunk. It was wiped completely clean.
I wasn’t surprised. Whoever planted that glove in my trunk wasn’t going to leave a calling card behind.
“I’m going to head down to the station,” Chris said, heading toward his Bronco. “I want to take a look at that hard drive.”
“Wait for me, I’m coming with you.” Rather than returning to the house to pick up my keys, I just jumped into the passenger side of his vehicle. I wanted to see for myself what was on that green and black drive. I hoped to hell it was nothing. They may well be trying to c
