Lizzie smiled wolfishly and paused the video feed to take a closer look. Right there, plain as day, was an excellent picture of her killer. He wouldn’t have looked a day over eighteen had he not been so obviously strung out; whatever he was using had aged him. He also looked like he’d completely embraced the thug lifestyle. Well, good for you. You’re about to get a real up-close look at its consequences, she thought grimly.
She emailed it to the lab so they could cross-check against known offenders in the database, saving a copy to her computer in case a media blast needed to happen. But first she wanted to show this picture around the neighborhood in person, so she also printed a copy. With a little luck, she’d have this jackass in a holding cell before her shift was up. She grabbed her
