A rainy night.
A dangerous road.
A terrible loss.
Now I was realizing that there had been questions from the beginning.
Questions no one had answered.
That afternoon, I called the police department.
I expected the old case to be forgotten.
Instead, I was told something I never expected.
The investigation file was still available.
And there was a detective who had worked on the original case.
His name was Thomas Reed.
When I mentioned Daniel’s name, the detective became quiet.
Then he said something that made my blood run cold.
“Mrs. Miller, I’ve been waiting for someone to find that box.”
I gripped the phone.
“What did you say?”
He sighed.
“Your son came to see me two days before the accident.”
I couldn’t speak.
“Why?”
“He believed someone was stealing from his company. He gave me information, but I couldn’t verify it at the time. Then the accident happened.”
