✰Caitlin✰
For the first time in weeks, I felt like we were finally getting somewhere. Stanley and I stood in the precinct’s forensics lab, staring at the DNA results on the screen. The tiny trace of blood found in the van had been processed, and the result was undeniable. Jonathan Swatch. Stanley sighed sharply as he rubbed a hand over his face.
“Well, that’s it then. Proof that the van was used to transport at least one of the victims after capture,” Stanley remarked, and I nodded as my stomach twisted.
“And if Jonathan was in that van, then the others probably were too,” I said. I knew that it wasn’t much, but it confirmed what we already knew. A group was kidnapping and murdering victims and this van was their main mode of transport. “And I take it there was nothing in the containe
