Kelvin and Donovan drove back home in silence after losing the Van. Neither spoke, each of them replaying the image of the woman in their minds.

"Maybe we saw wrong," Donovan finally muttered, leaning back in his seat. "It didn’t exactly look like Jennifer. Maybe it was just someone who resembled her a bit."

Kelvin’s brows furrowed, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. He nodded slightly but his eyes stayed hard. "Maybe… but I can’t let it go just like that. I’ll still ...