Page 5 of Tangled Past
Frustrated, he watched the sky turn increasingly more violent-looking outside. The wind rattled the windows, and the surf pounded the rocks below.
He traced the edges of the girl’s photograph with his thumb. Maya Callahan. No longer a little girl but a woman now.
Did she have nightmares about that night as he did? Did she even know who she truly was? The last time his uncle had spoken to her parents had been shortly before their deaths. They claimed none of her memories from that night had returned, and no one had come looking for her. Was it true?
Asa leaned back and stared at the ceiling. He’d built his life around questions. Trained as an investigator, first as part of the Air Force’s Office of Special Investigations, he served in the same branch of military his uncle served in, investigating serious cases such as espionage and terrorism.
After he’d left the military, Asa joined a private intelligence group that worked in the recovery of missing persons, especially cases involving corruption or child trafficking. Eventually, he left the firm and began freelance consulting, keeping his focus on cold cases with missing children. Asa learned how to find what others tried to hide.
But this wasn’t just another case. This was blood and bone. This was the night that had carved his life in half. Tomorrow, he’d knock on Maya Callahan’s door.
The only witness.
The only key to the truth.
While the storm from that night twenty-five years ago might have washed away the killer’s footprints, secrets neverstayed buried forever. He’d find them. Asa owed it to his father to get justice. Once and for all.
