Cracks in the Evidence

#Mystery #UrbanSuspense #CrimeInvestigation #High-IQShowdown #PsychologicalProfiling

After my best friend was kidnapped, she sent me three messages:

The first was a photo of a jade pendant I'd thrown into the river with my own hands seven years ago.

The second said: "Your father isn't a good man."

The third said: "Run."

The kidnapper said I had three days to hand over what was inside the pendant. Otherwise, in the next photo, she'd be missing a finger.

I'm a prosecutor. I don't scare easily.

But I have to find the answer, because there's a blank spot in my memory from seven years ago.

I found my ex-boyfriend, who had been missing for seven years.

He said, "The thing you've forgotten is the answer."

I opened my father's belongings and found the last page of his diary had been torn out.

I was the one who tore it out.

I thought I was investigating a kidnapping.

Until I stood in front of a mirror and saw a scar on my wrist that wasn't mine.

I wasn't investigating a case.

I was investigating myself.