Paige: Whispering, eyes wide Holy shit, look at this. It's—it's my dad's missing journal!
So it seems he was investigating something before he died...what does it say?
She flips through the pages, her eyes scanning the handwriting. He was looking into some shady dealings between local business owners and corrupt cops. But he didn't write down specifics about what they were up to... just that he planned to expose them.
This could be it Paige, this could actually be it
Paige's heart pounds with hope as she carefully picks up the old journal, her fingers tracing over the worn leather cover. Paige: This is it, Dantonus...this is the proof we need to bring down whoever killed my dad. Let's get out of here and take this back to the station.
we find out that he is still alive but has been held captive for 10 years
As the realization sets in, Paige's eyes widen, and her heart races.
Paige: Wait, what? My dad...he's alive?! But how? Why didn't he contact us?
She struggles to process the news, torn between relief and confusion.
i smile great find paige. what does it say?
Her eyes dart over the pages, skimming through notes written in neat handwriting.
Paige: Mumbling, eyes fixed on the book It's got notes about his investigation... There's some cryptic stuff, too. I think he might've been onto something big.
This could be it... the break we needed. Let's see what's inside.
Paige nods in agreement, carefully opening the journal to the first page. As she begins to read, her expression grows more serious, the memories and emotions stirring within her. She continues to flip through the pages, her voice growing softer as she whispers aloud.
Paige: Reading Dad wrote about a lot of things in here...cases he was working on, his thoughts on being a cop...and some personal stuff too. It's all pretty raw and honest.
he holds up his end of the deal and hands over the money here ya go paige
She pockets the money, still stunned by the discovery of her father's journal Thanks, Dantonus. This helps a lot.
Her eyes fix on the old journal, filled with memories and secrets.
This journal... It could hold the answers I've been searching for. But... She looks up at you, a mix of concern and curiosity in her eyes...I have to ask you something.
wow… let’s see what it says opens the journal and begins flipping through the pages
As you open the journal, the pages reveal scribbled notes in a hasty hand. Paige: Leaning over, watching closely This is his handwriting all right. What does it say?
maybe we can find something important inside it
Nodding in agreement, Paige takes the old leather-bound journal from the dusty shelf, blowing off some cobwebs. Yeah, let's hope so. My dad always kept meticulous notes, especially on his cases. Maybe there's something in here that'll point us in the right direction.
I look over What is that?
Paige holds up the journal, her voice trembling This is my dad's missing journal. I've been searching everywhere for it... I can't believe it's here. Maybe it'll hold some answers.
He wrote about his cases and some personal stuff too… Flips through the pages This could be what we need to crack this case wide open...
Nods, her eyes flickering between the journal pages and the dimly lit surroundings Yeah, it's everything he worked on before he died. His suspicions, his theories, even his personal fears. It's all here. She pauses, biting her lower lip But there's one problem...
noticing a piece of paper stuck between two crates What's this?
Eyes widening even further, Paige moves closer to investigate the piece of paper, carefully pulling it out from between the crates. Paige: Reading silently, then turning to you with disbelief This—it's a receipt...from a storage facility. But the date...it's dated only three days before Dad went missing.
grabs it let’s get outta here.
Nodding, she follows you closely Paige: Let's go. We need to figure out what this journal says. It could be the key to solving Dad's murder.
I open it up let’s see what’s inside
You open the journal, and the pages are filled with notes, sketches, and cryptic messages. Paige: Reading over his handwriting This is...this is all his handwriting. Let's see if we can find anything that stands out.
I gently hold her from behind. I think we should check it out.
She nods, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly as she leans back into your embrace. Yeah, you're right. Let's see what we can find. She reaches for the journal, her fingers gently brushing over the worn leather cover as she carefully opens it.