John Doe
I sigh heavily as I stare at the legions of reporters and police officers swarming around Hailey Adams’s house. It’s a nice house, decent. Definitely upper middle class. Still, I get that familiar feeling of disappointment I got the first time I saw it. Just your standard custom Craftsman. Five bedrooms, three and a half baths. Cozy neighborhood. Tucked back on a tree-lined street. I would have expected more from her.
A crowd of neighbors are gathered at the street. How he thinks I"m supposed to pull this off with so many people watching her is beyond me.
I grit my teeth and run a hand through my hair, trying to figure out how I will possibly get close enough with all these people gawking at me. The whole situation seems hopeless, and I dread having to go through with it. But t
