Trusting Us to Tell The Truth

"Why? Are you upset that I want to solve the mystery?" I asked without emotion. She looked startled for a second before a smile bloomed on her lips. 

"I was wondering why you sprinted to us and called us," she chuckled. 

"When you have an infamous serial killer coming back again, I think it is my duty to find them before someone else dies." She blinked.

"I did hear there was a chance he was back. But you are all keeping it hush-hush."

I sighed. "If this is about you getting an exclusive news piece on the topic or getting an interview from someone working on the case, don't try. You'll make the situation worse than it is." She paused and looked at me intently. "Now, if you can give me a moment of silence, I need to figure out this cryptic message."

This time, she complied. 

[Can I trust you to tell the truth?]

And then the cryptic riddle that was added to it. I blinked and took my phone out to write it down.