Chapter Eleven
Eliza sat with glazed eyes in the briefing room as it filled up with the other members of the team. Oliver sat next to her. He offered her a doughnut and Eliza politely shook her head; her stomach was doing summersaults and she couldn’t think about eating. As the crew piled in, an excited buzz filled the room; everyone speculated about the headline of the day. Some people got out their smartphones and began researching the story, but it seemed to not have been covered yet. Eliza realized that their news station might be the first to get the scoop on this story. Perhaps Jim had pulled some strings with the police department. He certainly had his ways.
It felt like hours had passed until Jim finally walked into the room, even though it had only really been a matter of minute
