The small police station buzzed with quiet tension as Fence entered. Officer Lee waved her over to a desk, where a new set of photographs lay scattered.
"Take a look at this," he said flipping through the images. They were aerial shots of the highway where Luke had been found--taken by a local photographer who had been driving that night. There was a subtle detail in one of the shots that hadn't been noticed before: a shadowy figure standing beside a truck.
It was just a glimpse, but it was enough to suggest that someone had been there before the murder. And more importantly, the truck. The model look familiar, almost identical to one owned by a local mechanic named Darren Blackwell.
Fence's pulse quickened. Darren had a criminal record--nothing major, but there were reports of violent behavior. She'd written him off as a small-time troublemaker, but now, she wasn't so sure.
"I'm heading to his shop," Fence said, her voice firm. "Get a warrant for his place."