Chapter 8 - THE DETECTIVE'S DOUBT
Detective Miller picked up the smartphone from the table, his eyes scanning the recent outgoing call log.
"Your father called you right when it happened?" Miller asked, raising an eyebrow as he checked the timestamps.
"No, he was on the phone while it happened," Noah corrected sharply, leaning forward in his chair. "He was listening the whole time."
Miller frowned, tapping the screen to review the audio recordings if any were saved on the device's cloud sync.
"Kids under extreme shock often misinterpret timelines, son," Miller cautioned gently, though his investigative instincts were already flaring.
"I am not making it up!" Noah insisted, his voice rising in frustration as tears spilled over his lower lashes. "The woman in the red dress... Evelyn... she screamed that Mom should have signed the divorce papers!"
Miller's expression froze instantly at the mention of the divorce papers.
"What divorce papers, Noah? Were your parents getting a divorce?" Miller pressed, opening his notepad to scribble down the detail.
"Mom filed for full custody last week," Noah whispered, looking down at his sneakers. "Dad told her she would never see a penny of the company."
Miller closed his notepad with a sharp snap, standing up abruptly.
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"Stay right here in this room, Noah, and don't talk to anyone," Miller commanded firmly. "I'm going to pull traffic camera feeds from the office district."
As the detective rushed out the door, a shadowy figure in a dark trench coat watched from the hallway window.
