AUSTIN’S P.O.V

Keith and I stayed at the house that I just bought and all I could think of was Olivia. We spent the entire night going through everything and looking for some sort of evidence.

“Keith, do you think that the killer broke in, or did Olivia’s father open the front door and let him in?” I asked, wondering as I looked at the door. “I don’t know but it would be nice to find out because if he did not make a forced entry then that must mean that he most probably is known to the family,” Keith said. “Yes, if we can figure that out then that would narrow down our search,” I said and Keith and I started inspecting all the entries. “Have you found anything?” Keith shouted from upstairs. “No, nothing at all. You?” I shouted back as I inspected the downstairs. “Nope,” he said, coming back down the stairs. “This must mean that the killer was allowed inside,” Keith sai