CHAPTER TEN
Now, the clouds had rolled in like waves. The afternoon skies slowly dipped closer to evening, and as Ilse and Sawyer exited their car, the first hints of darkness pressed in around them, through the tall trees and along the dirt roads.
Sawyer slowly lowered his phone, scowling as he did and muttering something beneath his breath.
“Was that the last number?” Ilse asked, glancing towards the wiry agent.
Sawyer huffed, staring at his phone before nodding once. “Last one.”
“Did she confirm the alibi also?”
Sawyer seamed loathe to respond at first, but then he shrugged and jammed the phone back into his pocket as if it were somehow personally offensive. “Looks like Casanova was with a girl the night Kristine was accosted. Like he said, he's got alibis for the whole week. Not
