"Did any of you see her go?" the officer asked, frowning.
"No, Officer. None of us did. When we were about to call you, she ran away," one witness said, voice shaking.
"How come no one saw it?" he asked, crossing his arms.
"You can check the camera recordings to see if she ran," another said nervously.
"Show me the recordings," the officer said sharply.
"This way, sir," the watchmen said, motioning them forward.
The officers sent the townspeople home and went with the watchmen and witnesses to check the footage.
The cameras were at the ends of streets. They checked everything but the camera by the cemetery, where Levy had been seen, was broken. No footage. The officers let out a frustrated sigh.
"You should make sure the watchmen don't let anyone wander at night," one officer said quietly.
The car drove on in silence for a while.
"Didn't that seem strange to you, David?" Nelson finally asked, breaking the quiet.
"Of course it did," David said, rubbing his forehead. "The watchmen said all cameras were fine at 8:00 PM."
"Yeah… she probably ran that way out of town and broke the camera," Nelson said, shaking his head.
"Right. We need to investigate this closely tomorrow," David said, voice tense.
"Austin, who lives near their house, said he saw Levy wearing that same dress," Nelson added.
"This case is so weird… I think someone forced her to do this," David said.
"Whatever it is, she just appears and disappears. No one knows where she is," Nelson said.
"We should find out where she's been staying first. Once we know that, maybe we can figure out who's behind this," David said.
"You're right," Nelson nodded.
"It has to be someone she knows… a friend, or a relative," David said.
"Tomorrow we'll dig deeper," Nelson said.
"Did you tell the watchmen not to let anyone touch anything in the cemetery?" David asked.
"Yes, I did," Nelson replied.
"Good," David said.
The car stopped, and Nelson got out.
"You go in and gather info about the girl. I'll check back in an hour," David said.
"Okay," Nelson said, determination in his voice.
He went inside and called Levy's college. He learned she had only two friends: Serine Whitlock and Dennis Johnson. He got their contacts and called Dennis first.
"Hello… is Mr. Johnson there?"
"Yes! Who's this?" Dennis asked cautiously.
"I'm Officer Nelson Solace from Houston Police," he said.
"Yes, Officer!" Dennis replied.
"Did you study at Houston Community College? Do you know Levy Haven?" Nelson asked.
"Yes! She was my friend… but what happened? Is she okay?" Dennis asked.
"Yeah, she's fine. Dennis, did you ever talk to her after college?"
"No… I moved to Los Angeles with my family after college," Dennis said quietly.
"You didn't call her once, right?" Nelson asked.
"No, and she didn't call me either. Everything okay?"
"Yes… everything's fine. Good night," Nelson said.
"Good night," Dennis said and hung up. He paused for a second. "Whatever," he muttered, then went to bed.
Nelson tried calling Serine, but she didn't answer. He tried several times, still nothing.
A few minutes later, David arrived, looking serious.
"Nelson, did you find anything about her?"
"Yes. Levy had only two friends: Serine and Dennis. Dennis moved to Los Angeles a year ago with his family," Nelson said.
"And Serine?"
"She didn't answer the phone," Nelson replied.
"Okay. Keep trying," David said.
"Where were you?" Nelson asked.
"I got a call from my daughter Kylie. Had to drop her at her aunt's house," David said.
"Okay," Nelson said.
Mr. Albert entered the station.
"Hello, mates!"
"Hello, Mr. Albert. Good to see you," Nelson and David said.
"Any clues in the Havens family murder case?" he asked.
"We did. A strange girl, supposedly their missing daughter, Levy was seen doing weird things in the town cemetery. Two men called us, but she disappeared after breaking a camera," Nelson said.
"Weird things?" Mr. Albert asked.
"Eyewitnesses said she was taking bones out of graves," Nelson said.
"Are you sure it was her? Really Levy Havens?"
"We confirmed it. She came into town another way and ran off," David said.
"Hard to believe. We need to focus on finding real clues and investigating the murders, not just stories," Mr. Albert said.
"But Mr. Albert!!!" Nelson said urgently.
"That's my order, Mr. David Morris!" Mr. Albert said firmly.
"Okay, sir," David said quietly.