“What do you got on our angel?” He’d taken to calling her that out loud. To himself she was his angel. Eight days in and she was haunting his dreams as he expected. She’d become less a dead puppet on a string and more of an ethereal being, an avenging angel demanding blood. His partner …
No one should have to bury a child. The words haunt as he sat across from her mother. Can you watch a person age? He has, he did as he recounted what happened to this woman’s daughter. Torture was written in the creases that lined her face more and more as they talked. “Someone gunned …