Spinelli returned to his desk and the financial records of the murder victim he'd been working on earlier in the day. Walker was at his desk doing the same with the other vic's records. Marsh resumed scanning the phone records. They were back to business as usual as if he hadn't received a distress call from Shannon.
The documents before him turned into one blurry mass. He pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger as he squeezed his eyes shut, hoping to clear his vision. It didn't work. His vision and concentration failed him. He couldn't make sense of anything on the papers before him.
He glanced up at Walker and caught his pinning gaze. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know that Jackson had tasked Walker with keeping an eye on him. Jackson knew him too well; h
