The blurb is written in first person, while the story is told in third person.
I'm the host of a podcast focused on mystery cases. After a fan sent in a request for help finding a long-lost relative, I posted a missing-person notice. For some reason, someone reported me on suspicion of human trafficking.
I'm innocent. An AI profile showed I posed no threat, and the police didn't list me as a suspect.
But a month later, the police came to me again, saying they had found a lead on my mother, who had been missing for over a decade.
My father died early. My mother worked all kinds of jobs to support me. The year I came of age, she moved away, and I never saw her again.
But the police told me that my mother's bones had been lying all these years beneath an unfinished bridge directly across from my bedroom window...
This story is set in a fictional world and is entirely made up. For entertainment only, not intended to be scrutinized for accuracy.
The podcast name in the story was chosen at random. Any resemblance is purely coincidental.
Theme: Every crime leaves evidence
