Detective Laura Fence sat in her chair, staring at the case file that had consumed her every waking moment for the past week. The murder of Luke Davis, a crime committed in the dead of night on a desolate strecth of Route 8 highway. Yet, the deeper she dug, the more questions emerged.
She rubbed her hands, feeling the weight of the investigation on her shoulders. The evidence was frustratingly sparse--no fingerprints, no dna and no witnesses. The only thing they had was a security footage from a nearby rest stop, but it was grainy. There were no answers, just silence.
"You're not getting away this time," Fence muttered to herself, determined. Something was off and she could feel it in her gut. The pieces weren't adding up. Luke Davis hadn't been just another random victim; there was purpose behind this murder. But what?
Her phone rang, cutting through her thoughts. It was Officer Lee.
"Fence, you need to come down here. We've got something."