Laura Fence stood by the side of Route 8, the cold wind brushing through her jacket as she again examined the crime scene. It wasn't first time she had seen death, but circumstances surrouding this one were different. The body of a young man was sprawled across the highway, his life taken in brutal manner. The headlights of police cars illuminated the area, casting long shadows over the twisted metal of his car. Fence's thoughts wondered about her brother, Sam--having the connection with the dead person. She would distance her from this doubt, but her past was connected that she doesn't remember.
"Laura" a voice called behind her. It was Officer Tim Brown, one of the local law enforcement officers who had been assigned to assist her. He was holding a small evidence bag containing a "Gun" that was stained by blood.
"What's that?" she asked, her gaze narrowing.
"We found this near the victim's car," Tim said, his voice laced with unease. "Could be the murder weapon."
Fence took the bag, turning it over in her hands. There is something unsettling about the gun, the murder starting to feel personal. A memory stirred in her mind--a memory of her brother, Sam, but it slipped away.
As the investigation progressed, Tim said to Fence that through some information, the car was found registered under the name of Luke Davis.
Upon hearing the name again something triggered in her mind and she realised she has seen this name before. Thinking back, she remembered a scribbled name in the margins of her brother's old case files. Sam had worked with Luke years ago during an investigation that had ended in disaster. "Is something missing?" Fence asked herself.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket, pulling her from her thoughts. Her fingers trembling as she answered the call.
"Laura," it's me Sam.
"Sam, where are you?" Laura's voice were sharp, but beneath it was deep worried.
"I...I don't have much time," Sam said, his voice trembling. "Laura, this is bigger than i thought. I messed up---badly. The man you are investigating, Luke Davis, he's connected to something deep. I don't know who's involved, but they're watching me."
This wasn't just another case. It never was when Sam was involved into it.
"Sam, you need to come in. We can sought this out together," she said.
But there was no response, only a strained breath before the call ended abruptly. Something was terribly wrong and it all tied back to Route 8.