Karl did go home—his lieutenant wasn’t impressed to come in and find Karl trying to pour a cup of coffee when there was no coffee in the pot—but when he tried to sleep, his mind just would not settle. Everything was whirling around in his head, causing unpleasant dreams. Flashbacks of his time at school came back to haunt him, only this time Karl had visions of Zafar and Kenneth’s dead bodies in class, leering at him with their broken smirks and following him around.
That had him waking up in a cold sweat. Karl lay in his bed staring at the ceiling, watching the ceiling fan going around. This case was hitting closer to home than he had anticipated. Was it because it was former classmates becoming victims, or because of Deepan? Either way, Karl had a feeling he wasn’t going to rest well un
