The chair was uncomfortable. Metal on the backrest, and metal on the seat. Even more metal on the legs and nuts. Elijah decided he couldn't take it anymore. He took off his jacket, folded it in three parts, and settled it on the seat. At least now her lean buttocks would no longer cause his pangs of pain.
A folder with a sheaf of papers inside slapped the detective's desk.
"What is this?" Hunt asked, looking curiously at his superior.
"Your new assignment." He explains. "I remember one day you asked me, and I quote what you said: 'If something like Jeanna Henson ever happens again, give me the case without hesitation.'" Commander Bunker pointed to the sallow folder on the desk and tapped it three times, with his right forefinger. "Here you have it, Hunt. Three new vi
