The cover-up.
Guess I better stop in and check on Mrs. Santos today. I haven't seen her in a few weeks. When she called the other night, she sounded really upset.
"Nathan, this is Jenny Santos. I need to talk to you. Can you stop by this week? It's very important ."That is all she left on the voice mail.
I left early for work so I could swing in. I'm hoping not to run into anyone on the street. I hurried into the hallway of her apartment building. Knocking on her door, I heard a disturbance behind me. Turning around, I see the two little girls from the next apartment riding their bikes in the hallway.
"Hello, mister ," the older girl speaks. "If you are looking for Ms. Jenny, she is not home."
Thanking the young girl, I left and made my way back to my car. Feel frustrated, I just sa
