Inspector Teixeira was starting to feel frustrated. It had been two days since they’d distributed the picture of Yaqiz, and still no concrete leads. They had followed up on several possible sightings, but they’d all been nothing but dead ends. He had spoken to his superiors about plastering Yaqiz’s face all over the TV and newspapers, but so far they had told him to keep the investigation of the ISIS bomber under wraps. He picked up the phone on his desk and angrily punched in some numbers. “Good afternoon, Commissioner. It’s Inspector Teixeira again. We still have nothing to report. I really wish that you would reconsider letting the media assist us in finding our suspect.”
He held the phone away from his ear as the Commissioner went off on a tirade, and eventually slammed down the phone
