GERALD

I paced back and forth in the living room, hands in my pocket. My heart pounding frantically in my chest, and my mind racing with thoughts of Rosa, my child and my late mother who'd been murdered in cold blood.

It had been days since Mom was killed and a few weeks since Rosa went missing, and every passing day felt like an eternity. I had tried to call her numerous times, but it was impossible. I had reported her missing, but the police seemed to be dragging their feet.

With the little evidence I had gathered earlier- Harry's atrocious connection with my mom, I was able to report...