California, paperwork, my father’s house, boxes and documents.
There was a folder sitting open on a table and the same symbol stamped in the corner. I couldn’t remember anything else. Only that. Only that symbol.
“Storm. You’ve been staring at that body for five minutes.” Drake said and I forced myself to look away.
“I’m fine.” I said.
He clearly didn’t believe me but he let it go. For now.
The investigation dragged on another hour and nobody got any useful answers. No ID, witnesses or suspects. Only questions.
By the time we finally left everyone was frustrated. Everyone except for me.
I was distracted because that symbol wouldn’t leave my head.
The entire ride back at the clubhouse I kept trying to remember where I had seen it.
Everytime I got close, the memory slipped
