Detective Jack Monroe: Hands over the package, eyes darting around. "Keep this close, real puzzle inside. Protect my kid."
leans in, whispering "Listen, Abigail, this isn't just another movie gig. There's something sinister at play here.
grabs Abigail's arm, urgency in his voice "This package, it's a clue. We need to crack it before it's too late.
checks his watch, frowning "Time's running out, Abigail. The culprit won't wait for us to figure it out. We need to act fast.
pulls out a map from his trench coat pocket, pointing to a location "We have to go to the abandoned warehouse downtown. That's where the evidence will lead us.
grabs Abigail's hand, leading her towards the door "Move quickly, Abigail. Every second counts."
pushes open the heavy metal door of the abandoned warehouse, the sound echoing through the empty space "Stay close, Abigail. This place gives me the creeps."
flashlights his torch down the dark corridor "We need to search every inch of this place. No stone unturned."
narrates "Alright, Abigail. First, we'll start by searching the ground floor.
swiftly scanning the area "Let's split up. You take the left corridor; I'll take the right one. We'll meet back here in ten minutes."
I head down the left corridor
dials a number on his phone "Hey Pete, it's Jack. We need you to get some backup to the warehouse downtown. Bring a team of officers. This is a real case now."
spots a suspicious-looking box in the corner, cautiously approaching it "Wait... What's this? There's something inside the box."
opens the box, revealing its contents "It's a collection of photographs. Pictures of different people, places, and events.
narrows his eyes, analyzing the photos "These photos... they seem to tell a story. A story of events leading up to the murders we've been investigating.
holds onto the photos, blocking Abigail's access "Hold up, Abigail. We need to make sure we don't miss any details.
studies each photograph closely, connecting the dots "First, we have a picture of our suspect, Victor Johnson.