Chapter 4

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I wasn't prepared for what was on the other side of the door. I guess I was exspecting grotesque details, but I didn't get them. Instead I saw the house I had grown up in. The same mahogony furniture in the dinning room and kitchen, our couch and TV still in the same place.

"What are we suppose to be looking for exactly?" Aimee asked looking around.

"I don't know," I said, truely not knowing what I was looking for.

"Okay well I sometimes watch NCIS and they look for things that stick out. Like you know unusual stuff." Aimee said going into the kitchen. I was about to go into the kitchen, but something caught my eye.

I looked over on the coffee table in front of the TV and saw a couple of pictures. They were pictures of my mom and this man, with her friends in the background. I couldn't tell where they were, the picture must've been taken in the dark. Of what I could make out the man had jet black hair and he looked like he worked out.

"Adam what are you–What are you looking at?" I felt Aimee come stand beside me.

"Who's that?" She asked pointing to the man in the picture.

"I don't know," I answered.

"That's not your dad?" She questioned, looking down at the coffee table and picking up a few more pictures.

"No. My dad died when I was 8 from a heart attack." I said.

"I'm sorry about your dad," she said looking at me. "It's okay."

"These pictures look like they were taken the same night, that one was." Aimee said flipping through the pictures she had in her hands and comparing them to the first one.

"This man, is in almost all of these pictures." Aimee said.

"Looks like these pictures are all from the same night this one was taken," I say pointing at the one, still on the table.

"Maybe there's a date on them," Aimee says flipping the pictures to see if there was a date on any of them.

"Look at this one," I say indicating to the one on the table.

She picked it up and flipped it over. It had something written on the back with sharpie.

"It says, 'Meet me at Dale Drive 3712.'" She read.

"Is it dated?" I asked.

"Uh yeah... Monday of last week."

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