soulmate- The Investigation

Sergeant Fitzgerald had followed the footprints that disappeared near the lake from behind the cottage. As the sergeant was combing through the grass, he had come across a piece of torn fabric that came from a shirt.
                                                     

Sergeant Fitzgerald had walked back up to Claire's cottage, coughing from the chill in the air as he entered the dwelling of silence.
His stomach became squeamish as he headed for the bog, hand over mouth, as he leaned over the bath room sink.