Mat Sadler: it got me worried…

Mat Sadler: it got me worried…

Mat Sadler sat at the edge of his bed, his hands gripping the worn fabric of his jeans, the room around him suffocating in the silence of the early morning. It had been a restless night, his mind tossing and turning over the same question: What if something’s wrong?

 

The case he’d been working on was beginning to feel… off. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but the details just weren’t lining up. A missing person case had turned into something far deeper and far more sinister. The small town he’d grown up in had always been quiet, peaceful, but lately, a sense of unease had settled over it, like a storm cloud that refused to move.

 

His phone buzzed on the nightstand. He picked it up and read the message from his partner, Olivia.

 

“Mat, I think we’re missing something big. I’ll meet you at the station in 20. This is getting out of hand.”

 

He let out a long breath, his heart racing. The hairs on the back of his neck prickled. It was the first time Olivia had sounded this urgent. She was usually the calm one, the one who kept him grounded. If she was worried, then something was wrong—something worse than he’d even realized.

 

Standing up, he paced around the room, his thoughts racing. His instincts told him they were being watched, followed. Whoever was behind all of this was clever, elusive. It got him worried… because it was no longer just about the case. It was about something much larger—something that could tear apart everything they knew.

 

And if he was right, they were already too deep in it. To

o far gone.