There had been a few follow up calls from the police. They wanted to ask about this or that, they needed clarification on this statement or that statement, they received a new tip about an acquaintance of Jenna’s that they needed to ask about, etc… etc… etc… Carly was getting tired of the police spinning their wheels and not accomplishing anything. Yet she knew they were trying, but there was so little evidence to go on. Carly had always been respectful of law enforcement and the tough job they had to do, but she also understood the frustration that came to the families and friends of those waiting for justice. Carly had spent the last two weeks going through the apartment, looking at the things that were important enough for Jenna to have held on to. She cried over the old pictures of the two of them that Jenna had put into several scrapbooks. Carly didn’t realize Jenna had been a scrapbooker. The realization that her avoidance of Daniel had cost her precious time with Jenna made Carly curse herself.
