The guard, a gruff man with a thick beard, nodded thoughtfully. "Actually, I remember her. She came in on Monday, around 2 pm. I buzzed her in, and she went up to the 14th floor."
Jameson's grip on his pen tightened. This was getting interesting. He made a mental note to look into the 'Phoenix Rising' lead.
As he scanned the file, he noticed a peculiar note on the last page: "480 Maple Street, interview with a source." Jameson's eyes narrowed; this could be a lead.
She introduced herself as Rachel, Ariella's colleague at the investigative journalism firm. "Ariella was working on a big story, and she was really close to breaking it. She mentioned she had a source on the 14th floor, but she didn't tell me who."
Detective Jameson sat at his desk, sipping his cold coffee, staring at the file in front of him. Ariella Ferrera, a 28-year-old freelance journalist, had gone missing three days ago. Her phone and laptop were found on her kitchen table, but there was no sign of her.
Rachel hesitated before speaking. "She mentioned something about a ' Phoenix Rising'... and that she was in danger."
The woman's expression changed from curiosity to concern. "Oh, you mean our Ariella? I think I can help."
The guard, a gruff man with a thick beard, nodded thoughtfully. "Actually, I remember her. She came in on Monday, around 2 pm. I buzzed her in, and she went up to the 14th floor."
Jameson's grip on his pen tightened. This was getting interesting. He made a mental note to look into the 'Phoenix Rising' lead.
As he scanned the file, he noticed a peculiar note on the last page: "480 Maple Street, interview with a source." Jameson's eyes narrowed; this could be a lead.
She introduced herself as Rachel, Ariella's colleague at the investigative journalism firm. "Ariella was working on a big story, and she was really close to breaking it. She mentioned she had a source on the 14th floor, but she didn't tell me who."
Detective Jameson sat at his desk, sipping his cold coffee, staring at the file in front of him. Ariella Ferrera, a 28-year-old freelance journalist, had gone missing three days ago. Her phone and laptop were found on her kitchen table, but there was no sign of her.
Rachel hesitated before speaking. "She mentioned something about a ' Phoenix Rising'... and that she was in danger."
The woman's expression changed from curiosity to concern. "Oh, you mean our Ariella? I think I can help."
