Alright so I didn't get his license. Big deal! Jacob pretended to be upset, but him and I both knew it wasn't my fault for him getting away. Or maybe it was my fault.
We drove in silence for a while. Jacob just sat there, staring straight at the road. He was kind of like a zombie.
It felt like only seconds had passed when we had reached the office. I stepped out of the car slowly. I closed the door behind me, and waited for Jacob to step out. I didn't move until the door opened. He jumped out of the car and slammed the door behind him. "Where do you think Danielle is?" he asked me as we walked towards the front door.
"We can't just guess, and you know it. The real question is, where would she go?"
"If she's guilty, as far away from here as possible," Jacob said as he opened the door and walked in.
I caught the door before it closed. "It couldn't have been her," I said confidently.
"You think women can't be killers? You're wrong."
"No it's not that, it's just... I don't know," I said in an uncertain tone. I couldn't put my finger on it, but my instincts were telling me that it wasn't Danielle.
"What do you think of this, Mr. Duncan is the murderer." This caught my attention. I looked over at Jacob, realizing that what he said might be true.
"That does make sense. He disappears, then we find Hannah dead."
"And maybe Danielle witnessed the murder and was kidnapped by Mr. Duncan! And that's why he's missing."
"Case closed!" I yelled with a laugh.
"Not even close. That was just guess work. Now we have to find some real facts. Plus, doesn't it seem like a huge coincidence that the first name that Mrs. Duncan mentioned was Hannah? Or maybe that's not a coincidence at all."
I rolled my eyes. "My brain hurts."
Jacob smiled. "You'll get used to it."