It was Susan. The shock of her presence sent electric currents through his body, fear gripping his chest like a vice. Why was Susan here? What could she possibly be searching for? Or worse, was she attempting to hide something? Perhaps concealing evidence of her own misdeeds? Jason’s heart raced, and he knew he had to act.
Susan’s determination was unmistakable, her face a tumultuous blend of anxiety and purpose. Papers rustled softly, and the drawers groaned as they yielded to her probing hands, casting an eerie aura in the room. Jason’s senses were heightened, and he even caught a faint whiff of his late father’s cologne lingering in the air.