(Adrian)
Well, that's a lot of s**t to process in the span of ten minutes..
I stared down at the photo Scott had placed on the counter. My eyes scanned the man's face as I swear every single feature was similar to Dale's..and yet..it wasn't him.
"The hair and eye color are almost the same..but his face, that's not him.." I finally stated, making Millie let out a sigh of relief as she clung to my arm tightly.
"That's what I figured..considering we called Dale's parole officer. He is about four hours away from here and is required to have an ankle monitor on at all times. There hasn't been any unusual activity so far, but he will notify us if there is."
"Can we trust him? Since Dale was a police officer himself?" Mr. McNeal asked, speaking my own thoughts out loud.
"I looked into it,
