An Uneasy Feeling
Still, an uneasy feeling lingered, a sense that he was brushing up against something long buried. The photo, the Mustang, the family—they all felt tied together by invisible threads.
Jake rubbed his temples, unsettled. “Why do I feel like I’m missing something obvious?” he murmured aloud.
Detective Harris didn’t answer—he didn’t need to. He could see in Jake’s eyes that the pieces were starting to shift, even if the full picture wasn’t yet clear.
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