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“I…I’ve missed her so much, Alex,” I whispered. My hands were shaking so much, I knew I wouldn’t open it.
“Let me open it for you,” Alex reached for the envelope.
I saw he took a deep breath like me as he took out some photos from the envelope.
“You look at them, first. Were those all you sent me?” I asked.
“Yes. It was two years ago, Dawn but I think that’s all,” he answered.
I took the photos from him. There were fifteen photos of Angel. I checked every one of them for a message or something but there wasn’t anything to see at the first look.
“Do these photos mean anything to you?” Alex asked.
“No…I thought I’d find some message on them but I cannot see anything,” I said.
“Let’s copy them so you can examine them more, later.” Alex offered and started to copy them.
Kevin came into the cubicle as I studied my sister in the photos.
“Are you done?”
“Just two more,” I said and gave the copies to Alex.
“What about the background check?” I asked Kevin.
“You gave me the names today, Dawn. I need a week.”
“Okay, but just try to do it fast.”
“Oh and I’ll give you the license numbers of a truck. Can you please check if that truck was involved any accident in the last two years?” I said to Kevin as Alex watched me with a frown.
“And why do you need that for?” Kevin sighed.
“I’m thinking about buying that. That’s all,” I lied to him.
“Okay. Send me a message and I’ll check.”
“Thank you, Kevin. Send me the background check whenever you’re done, please.”
“I said okay, Dawn,” he snapped.
“Yeah, right. We’re going now, then,” I murmured and we left the police station.
“Your house, now?” Alex asked softly.
I nodded at him.
“You have an investigator now, you don’t need this Kevin guy.” Alex said.
“I know. I just hope Kevin may give me the information faster. Fabien seemed like he’ll work detailed but it will probably take more time.”
Those photos replayed at the back of my mind. I was still trying to find something in the photos…some missing pieces, some message…anything.
“You think she left you a message, right?” Alex asked while calling someone on his phone.
“When we were kids, she used to send me messages with everything. With magazines, photos, small pebbles…but, they were easy...mostly just one-worded messages. So I can’t help but think she would’ve done that again.”
“Where are you?” he asked to whoever was on the phone but his eyes were on me as nodding his head in answer to my story.
