Chapter 405: Chapter 405: Sabotage

Of course I called Liz. Jill. Dad. No one was answering. Seriously? At a time like this? Where were they? Well, Liz and Jill were interrogating Gretchen, fair enough. But my father? Surely he'd be available.

Yeah. Nope. Sigh.

I found myself in my car, driving toward the center, before I could stop myself from making a terrible decision. But I promised myself, as I climbed out of the driver's seat and slammed the door, hurrying in through the gates and toward the main building, I would only identify the proof I needed and then skedaddle, doing nothing to alert the murderer to the fact they'd been figured out.

No way was I interested in being a target for another life-threatening attack. But if I didn't hurry, it was very possible the evidence I needed would disappear forever.