Chapter 57It was funny how one day melted into the next. After all of the work put into the serial killings you would think there was some kind of reprieve, a proverbial light at the end of the tunnel. There wasn't.
There were always more cases, more bodies stacking up waiting for the police to solve the crimes.
Falcone picked up coffees on his way into work.
On his way to his desk he purposely passed by the War Room. The door was closed, and the lights were off inside.
Richards was already at her desk. She looked perturbed. Her elbows were on the desk and her hands folded together as if super-glued at the palms.
“Brought you some coffee. What time you get in?” Falcone asked.
When she saw him, she jumped to her feet, in one swift swing she slapped the coffees out of his hands. He bur
