December 18, 2017
Time has a weird way of speeding up and slowing down all at once when you’re grieving. It had been eighty-nine days since a sniper—I believe it was an Order member—took Desmond from us. It felt like an eternity and no time at all had passed. In all that time he’d never come out of the pendant to explain himself—not once.
My heart skipped a beat every time I walked into the precinct. My mind liked trying to trick me into thinking that I’d see him again. He would be sitting in his office waiting for me or some other officer who needed help. However, the only time I saw his face there anymore was on the wall of fallen officers. He hadn’t carried a badge and g*n like the rest of us, but Captain Beech had lobbied for him to get a photo on the wall.
“I’m going to solve this,
