CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY FIVE – WHERE THE CLUE LEADS

"Eventually, it culminated in a...a very ugly series of confrontations," Lance continued, his expression darkening. "Threats, property damage, even an attempt to have me falsely arrested at one point. It took obtaining a restraining order to finally cut her out of my life completely." "Jesus..." the detective muttered, making a note. He slid another evidence photo across the table - this one appearing to be a handwritten letter, covered in unhinged rants and ominous references to 'making him pay'. "We discovered this in her storage records from that time period," he said gravely. "Coupled with her past erratic behavior and clear inability to disengage...all the signs point to Ms. Westbrook potentially being the one behind the current campaign." A tense silence fell over the room as Lance digested this. Finally, he spoke in a low, measured tone. "Where is she now? We need to have a conversational with Veronica immediately. For all our sakes." Two days later, Kayla and Lance sat in