This morning I woke to my cell buzzing on the night stand beside my bed. The number wasn’t one I had logged into my phone, so I debated about answering it. Something kept telling me to pick it up until I finally did. “This is Jason…” “Hello, Jason, it’s Elliot Davis.” “Mr. Davis, how are you, sir?” “Call me Elliot, son…We’re doing the best that we can be right now.” “I understand that completely.” “Jason, I’m calling because one of the detectives called me this morning regarding Hannah’s disappearance.” My heart stopped right then and there. “He did?! Is there any new evidence or news?” “Actually there is. There have been a couple of witnesses who have come forward regarding that night in the alleyway. A couple college girls were walking past when they heard people fighting on down the alley.
