The ride back to the station was longer than it should have been, the weight of the case pressing down on Fence's shoulders. The lack of evidence--it all pointed to something she could not quite name yet.
Her phone buzzed again. This time, it was a call.
"Fence," came the familiar voice on the other end. It was her brother, Sam. They havdn't spoken in weeks.
"Hey, Sam," Fence replied, trying to mask the exhaustion in her voice. "What's up?"
"I know you are busy, but I need to talk to you. It's about the case you are working on."
Her heart skipped a beat. "What about it ?"
"I can't explain everything over the phone, but you need to be cautious. I've been hearing things... things that point to someone you know. Someone you've crossed paths with before."
Fence's grip tightened on the wheel. "What are you talking about?"
"Just listen to me. The person behind this.... they're not just some random killer. They're connected, to you. To the past." Sam's voice dropped to a whisper, as though someone might overhear.
Before she could respond, the line went dead. Fence stared at the phone, her mind racing. Someone she knew? Who could it be? And why would Sam be involved?
She had no answers, but she knew one thing for sure--this case was personal.