Mack was depressed for at least the first day of his involuntary "vacation". He was lying in bed when Cheryl stormed in and yanked the blankets off of him. "What the HELL is your problem?! I mean what are you doing, Sierra is out there somewhere, possibly being held hostage by a serial killer who happens to be obsessively dangerous and all you're doing is feeling sorry for yourself! You couldn't help her then so help her now, when she needs you the most!" Cheryl had her hands on her hips and her jaw was set, the stance only meant one thing, she wasn't going to budge on this topic, at all!
"Chief Lewis took me off the case, so I can't help her." He didn't want to admit to Cheryl that she was right.
"Oh please, do your own investigation, you know her better than anyone. Go to her ap
