Daniel glanced at the surrounding woods. “You think it could be connected to a missing person?”
Laura shrugged slightly. “Honestly? It’s probably nothing. But there was a girl who disappeared around here back in the eighties. Case went cold after six months.”
Daniel raised an eyebrow. “Name?”
“Angela Morris,” Laura replied. “Nineteen years old. Vanished after leaving her night shift at a diner in town. No witnesses. No body. No suspects.”
Daniel looked down at Rex, who was already sniffing the ground with intense focus.
“Let’s see what he thinks,” Daniel murmured.
For the first twenty minutes, nothing unusual happened. Rex moved through the brush, sniffing tree trunks, patches of dirt, and fallen leaves while Daniel followed behind. The dog occasionally paused but never gave a full alert signal. Meanwhile, the other officers began discussing whether the clothing scrap might simply belong to an old campsite.
