DETECTIVE COPLER'S POV

He stepped on the car's accelerator to pick up speed. His mind raced as adrenaline rushed through his veins with thoughts of the unknown clouding his mind.

He could feel it in his guts that all was not alright and until he got home, he would not stop feeling that way.

A few minutes later, he arrived at his place and parked his car at a distance so as to not alert whomever his guts suspected to be in his house. He walked to the front door and it was still locked like he left it, and he began to relax a bit.

Still, he opened the...