Chapter Thirteen
A gruelling two hours later, Samantha closed the last report. She leaned back with a groan, the chair shrieking as she stretched her arms. Her joints cracked with a satisfying pop and relieved some of the pressure.
She brushed her hand over the top of the stack, a pensive look flitting through her eyes. She’d never understand how people could disappear without a single trace and leave this vacuum for their loved ones behind, often with nothing more than a couple of pictures and some memories to keep on to. Most of these faces… They’d never return to their families, whether by choice or not.
With a heavy heart, she cleared her throat and returned the stack of files to Rick.
“All done?” he asked.
“Yes, all done.”
“Found anything useful?”
“No, unfortunately not.” Saman
