CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE
Mum’s pale face did not ease my anxiety when I walked in the house. The house seemed deserted except for her standing by the kitchen table staring at her phone, her elbows leaning on the table. A cup of coffee was sitting on the table but it seemed to have gone cold already.
“Mum,” She gave a scared start at the sound of my voice.
“Sorry. I’ve just been distracted,” she admitted as she straightened up.
“So um…what did your friend at NYPD say?” I questioned, sitting on a stool.
“He is still looking into the accident and well, Roman’s phone is missing from the evidence locker. I did ask him to do some digging on his phone records though,”
“What do you mean Roman’s phone is missing?”
“He couldn’t find it in the evidence locker but that is not what is scary. After d
