#Chapter 312: The Missing Evidence

"Tim, what the hell? You can't have that!" I exclaimed, panic lacing my voice as I eyed the gun. "It'll violate your bail conditions if you're caught with it." Timothy's expression tightened. "Andy just threw it at me back there. He claimed it was his, said it's the same style gun I left in the clearing where I shot Bruce." The weight of his words hung in the air, and I started feeling the onset of migraine. I struggled to comprehend the implications, my mind racing to connect the dots. "But how? The gun was gone before the police could collect evidence," I said, my voice trembling. "How did Andy get his hands on it?" Timothy's gaze shifted, his mind working through the possibilities. "I don't know, Evie. But I suspect someone else might have been there, or came after us at the scene. It doesn't add up." The sense of paranoia began to creep in, the shadows of doubt playing tricks on my perception. I tried to recall the people I spoke to that fateful night, my memory muddled by the