Chapter 61: The Burner Phone

Miguel's POV

Perez held the burner phone in his hand, examining it carefully. He had been looking at it for over ten minutes, and I was now on my third joint.

“You found this in your bedroom?” Perez asked for the fifth time, glancing at me, and I nodded again, holding the cigarette away from my lips briefly.

He looked at it again, “And you're positive it belongs to her?”

It was the same set of questions over and over again and it was starting to piss me off.

“I think so,” I said through gritted teeth.

He sighed, twisting the phone in his hand, “How did you find it?” he asked.

I removed the joint from between my lips and pressed it on the ashtray, “It doesn't matter.”

Perez frowned, and I faced the ashtray, watching the ash as I recalled how I found the burner phone.

I found it under our bed a few days ago. To be precise, I found it the day after she went missing at the mall, and I have held onto it since then.

I had suspected that something was going on with her from the night befor