After we got back from the crime scene, I sat at my desk and put my head in my hands. There were some days, like today, were I just couldn’t take my job.
The headache started before I even walked into the building. Maybe it was because I walked three blocks without any food, the sun blazed down on my back, or that it was the middle of July.
Trusting a person is difficult - but trusting the wrong one can be deadly. You should know that this is not a love story. It's a death story. There are monsters all around us.
