Brown-hair...

By Friday, I thought things had calmed down, and I could finally have some head space to think about anything except a pile of fake bones but we can’t always get what we wish for right?

“So, you’re telling me that two people have visited Davis recently?” I asked, trying to understand the concept of what was happening and who could be trying to scare me. I kept pacing behind my office rotating chair as my free left hand massaged my temple.

“Yes. A certain Miss Jordan Roberts and Mr. Roger Phillips, however, these two people do not have any record in the system and especially the Roberts woman. She has worked job to job as a different person each time until she finally disappeared,” Detective Wallice said and rested his back on the chair he sat on opposite the mahogany table.

“Well, what does she look like?” I asked because I assumed they would have checked the security footage to get a good look at her.

“Well, according to the security footage, she has icy blonde hair and bright blue e