Chapter 84 Eighty four

DANIELLE'S P.O.V.

The anticipation was clear in both Alisia and Detective Gale Jones' eyes as they both leaned forward in their seats, their eyes holding, in its depths, the curiosity that they felt. Before addressing them, I gulped down spittle; my action was not in a bid to be dramatic, but because the thought of what was about to escape my lips was scary enough to cause a flood of saliva to fill up my mouth. Once I had swallowed the watery liquid that had been secreted into my mouth by glands, I opened my mouth to answer the question, nearly chortling at the way my sister-in-law and the detective basically leaned out of their seats, eyes wide in anticipation of what words were about to escape my parted lips.

"A strange man." I replied.

Both of them looked at one another before turning to look at me, confusion written on their faces.

"What do you mean?" Detective Jones asked.

"I saw a strange man." I answered, settling back into the cushioned couch that I was sited on. I waited for