“Threatening her. And now he’s back in town.” Helen spent five minutes scrolling through the thread before sliding the phone into an evidence bag. “I remember the accident file, Mr. Harper. Caleb Morris was interviewed at the time. He had a solid, verified alibi: he was working an evening shift at a logistics warehouse forty miles away, clocked in on camera.
He was never a person of interest in the crash. It was a tragic accident.” “I know he didn’t cause the crash!” Daniel said, his voice rising. “But look at what’s happening here! Someone is stalking her memory! He’s digging up her grave, hiding notes, leaving flowers—” “Visiting a grave isn’t a crime, Mr. Harper,” Helen said gently.