"Mrs. Henson, someone anonymously sent us a secretly recorded video from the night your daughter was killed."
The news hit me so hard my knees nearly buckled.
Silas, standing close enough to hear, went wide-eyed. He lunged toward the phone, voice charged with urgency.
"Captain Finch, are you serious?"
"I am," Finch replied, all business.
"Can you both come down to the task force office now?"
We nodded at the same time and scrambled to answer.
"Yes, yes. We'll be right there!"
The second I hung up, Silas rushed me to the car and drove straight to the task force headquarters.
The whole way there, his hands trembled on the steering wheel. He had the gas pedal floored.
He clearly wanted the killer found yesterday.
We arrived quickly.
Captain Finch was already waiting in the conference room, a laptop open on the table in front of him.
When he saw us walk in, he didn't waste a breath.
"Our forensic tech team just finished authenticating the footage. The entire video is clean. No tampering whatsoever."
"I need you both to watch carefully and tell me if you recognize the person in it."
He clicked play.