Chapter Eleven
Back at the crime scene: Grace and Alice were perusing through the data on the USB drive; scrolling back and forth trying to find any little mistake or glitch made by the killer.
Sean was on his fourth cigarette as he sat on the couch at the back wall; silently trying to analyze the facts in his mind. Alice rewound and watched the footage three more times as Grace took notes.
Finally Grace turned to her partners sounding off her frustrations in her American drawl. “I don’t get it. How the hell is this guy so goddamn clean? He leaves nothing. Who is this guy?… she stopped and put the pen she was using in her mouth, subconsciously sucking it before it hit her… hold on guys. Maybe we are asking the wrong questions. Let us try to speculate why he does the things he does this.
