A look of grim satisfaction crossed Aunt Monroe's face. She pulled a silver chain from her collar, opened the locket attached to it, and revealed a tiny, folded, yellowed piece of paper.
"Officer, I found this while sorting through Chloe's belongings. It was hidden in the sleeve of a thick coat. That's probably why it wasn't discovered." Aunt Monroe handed the item to the officer beside her.
The paper had likely been stored for a long time; it looked yellowed and felt as if it might crumble with the slightest pressure.
"I've carried this with me ever since. I haven't dared let it out of my sight, terrified I'd lose it and Chloe would never get justice.
Chloe wrote in it that if this was given to the police, that bastard would definitely be taken in." As she spoke, Aunt Monroe glanced toward Director Lane, who was standing a short distance away.
If looks could kill, he would have already died a death of a thousand cuts.
