Chapter FiveThe faces in that haunting photograph pass through my head. Their eyes lock into mine, over and over, it's like they are screaming at me. Each face holds an innocent look in their eyes. It consumes me, leaving me unable to concentrate on any of the paperwork awaiting my attention. I've been back to work for two days now, and I've accomplished nothing. Folders, documents, and writing utensils are strewn about my desk amidst empty cans of Red Bull and fast food bags.
My computer's keyboard is buried in garbage. The screen is completely covered in sticky notes containing memories and events that may or may not be of help to the detective. He's due to show up at my office any time with some new agent on the case, some kind of personality expert, or some s**t. I glance around at th
