The morning sun streamed through the windows of George's Chicago apartment, casting warm light across the kitchen table where he sat with his coffee. The success of his book had brought a strange kind of peace. People knew the truth now. The secrets were finally out.
But George couldn't shake the feeling that there was still something missing. Something he hadn't uncovered yet.
Sam walked into the kitchen. She was dressed for work, her hair pulled back in a neat ponytail. She looked at George with a mixture of love and curiosity.
"You're up early again."
"I couldn't sleep. I keep thinking about the book. About everything we've uncovered."
Sam sat down across from him. "What's on your mind?"
George looked at his wife. "I keep thinking about the doctor. The one who killed Victor Kane.
