It was a cold and dreary day when I got the call from the Owens family.

They wanted answers, and they wanted them fast.

I could hear the desperation in their voices, the need for closure. I took the case, knowing it wouldn't be an easy one.

My name's not important. I'm a private eye. I drove out to China Grove, North Carolina, to the house where Robert Owens' body was

found.

The place looked abandoned like no one had lived there in years.

The grass was overgrown and the windows were boarded up.

I couldn't help but wonder how Owens ended up here, so far from home. I talked to the groundskeeper who had mowed around

the body thinking it was a training dummy. He seemed shaken up, but I could tell he was holding something back.

I pressed him for more information, but he clammed up saying he didn't want any trouble.

I could see fear in his eyes and I knew there was more to this story than he was letting on.

Next I spoke with a construction worker who discovered the body.

He described the scene in detail. construction worker who discovered the body.

He described the scene in detail, the defensive marks on Owen's arms, the lack of clothing.

It didn't add up.

If there was no foul play, why was Owens nearly naked? And what about the glass around

his body? The construction worker seemed genuinely disturbed by what he'd seen. I could tell he wanted answers just as much as the family did. I tried to

get more information from the police but they were tight-lipped, as usual.

They said they were waiting on a toxic report, but I had a feeling they were hiding something.

I knew I had to dig deeper. I went back to the crime scene searching for any clues that might

have been overlooked. I found a few shards of glass that the police had missed and I pocketed

them for later analysis.

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