Ivory
Olsen looked at me, studying me. He looked at Erin, too, and his expression softened.
"f**k! Ivory, Why did it have to be you?" He said, and I laughed.
"I have thought about that every day for the past three years. That question has rung in my mind through it all. I was able to piece some things together, but I am sure no one would believe me, so I will have to get my justice my own way," I said, and he looked at me with curiosity.
"Try me. Let's hear this theory," he said, speaking as if I was about to concoct a lie. Regardless, I humoured him.
"Erin was the best investigator among us. With him out of the way, the case won't make headway. As for Melissa…," I said, and he interrupted me.
"Don't you mention her name", he warned.
"But I will. I will. Erin loved her! That footage
