NATASHA.
A slow migraine was beginning to form in my head. I gripped my head and massaged my temples slowly as I examined the papers in front of me. I was exhausted, and my eyes were beginning to water from staring all day long at the documents.
And yet, we still hadn't gotten anywhere.
"Like I said before, when Donald and I arrived at the scene, the other car was empty. And there were no trails anywhere around," I explained, watching the clip of the accident scene Kane had filmed.
"I think I'll need to go there and take a look," Sherneil mumbled, her eyes pinned on the computer before her. "That way, I can see if there's anything I can take to the lab and run a test on."
"I'll need to take a look at the scene again," Ivayne said. "And I also need the license plate of the other car
