As she approached the police station, she spotted a few familiar faces. A group of workers from the resort were huddled outside the entrance, and she could see the concern on their faces. They looked as confused and worried as she felt, and she couldn't help but wonder if they were waiting for news about someone they cared about.
"Excuse me," a gruff voice interrupted her thoughts.
Trisha turned and saw a burly man in a police uniform.
"Are you Trisha Lockhart?" the man asked.
"Yes, that's me," she replied.
"The chief wants to talk to you," the man said. "Please follow me."
Trisha's stomach clenched. The chief wanted to talk to her? What could he possibly want? She followed the officer inside the station, her heart pounding.
"Chief, I've brought Trisha Lockhart, as you've requested," the officer said.
"Good, thank you, Officer Jackson," the chief replied.
