Days passed by in peace. No kidnappings, no attempted murders, and no looming threats shadowing Lucas or Haisley's lives. It was as if everyone who once targeted them had vanished without a trace. But had they truly given up? Or were they merely stepping back to prepare a larger, deadlier attack?
Axton still hadn't found the real perpetrator. Lucas's uncle, who was usually reliable in gathering intel had also come up empty-handed. They had followed every clue mentioned in the last investigation, but found nothing. Even Lucas's mother had stepped in to help, but it all led to dead ends. No leads. No shadows. It had been over three months since their last conversation about it.
Lucas leaned back in his chair, eyes staring blankly out the large office window, until the sound of approaching footsteps pulled him from his thoughts. Daxter stood in front of his desk with a victorious expression.
"What is it?" Lucas asked, frowning. He was sure he hadn't given Daxter any orders today.
