Asking for help
With the recent boil outbreak in town, Oliver’s boss had let him work from home and Stephanie called in sick. She hadn’t really come down with the festering illness, but it seemed a timely excuse for her continuing investigation. She couldn’t explain why the thoughts of the murder had overcome her; after all, she never knew Mr. Evans. Her only explanation was that the packages and evidence had shaken her, and perhaps that this puzzle made her feel important for once in her life. The only issue was that she was stuck. She had a few pieces of evidence, though none were incriminating. She had hunches; however that isn’t something you can take to the police. She had Aydar on her side, but the two of them could only do so much. Maybe it was time for her to ask others for help, time for her to reach out instead of waiting for opportunities to come to her. What she really needed was Dorothy’s camera. With the lack of evidence at the police station, she needed something tangible, something she...