–Damon–
The room was tidy. Minimal.
Too clean.
Her belongings were still intact—but we already had our first piece of evidence. The nurse's phone was missing. Not at the crime scene. Not anywhere obvious.
A phone like that could lead us to everything.
Or bury us deeper in lies.
I slid the notebook into her tote bag—her tote bag—then continued my search. Drawers first.
Vitamins. More vitamins. A small bottle of alcohol.
I took photos. Documented everything.
Nothing is ever "nothing."
I checked the back of the bed, then underneath. Smooth. Undisturbed. I fixed the sheets back into place before moving into the bathroom.
Spotless.
Too spotless.
Then the closet. Her bags.
I went through them one by one—wallet, receipts, nothing unusual—
Until there was.
A spare disposable phone.
My brows creased slightly.
Now this…
This is getting interesting.
And I do enjoy playing detective.
