Joe Wallace was frowning as he looked through the open unsolved murder file of Ramon Garcia. Physical evidence was pitifully scant, making it hard to gain any traction. His desk phone ringing broke his concentration. “Wallace,” he barked.
“Hey Joe, I’ve got Ramon’s wife here at the front desk, she wants to talk to you, get an update.”
Joe sighed, running his free hand through his hair. “Okay, please tell her I will be right down.” He hung up the receiver and closed his eyes, counting down from ten. Christ, I hate this. I hate having to tell someone who is grieving that there’s been no progress. As he mentally reached ‘one’, he sighed again, got up, and headed to the first floor.
Isabel Garcia stood, watching him approach after the elevator doors opened and he stepped out. Joe extended h
