Reyahadrecovered.
Everydayshebrimmedwithenergy,likeasunflowerturningtowardthelight.Hersmilewassweeter,moreradiant.Itwasthekindthatliftedpeople''smoodsjustbyexisting.
Lucian,however,hadnotimeforsmiles.Theteamwasbusyagain.
Amurdercase.
Inthiscity,withitstransientpopulations,boomingserviceindustries,andhazeofdesirefueledbymoney,murderwasnothingnew.Afteryearsinthecriminalinvestigationunit,Lucianhadseenitall.Hewasnearlynumb.
Butthisonewasdifferent.Twovictims,bothchildrenofhigh-rankingofficials.Thepressurecamedownhardfromabove:strictordersthatHomicideUnitmustsolvethecaseimmediatelyandbringthekillertorealjustice.
"Bringthekillertorealjustice."
Asifeverythingthey''ddonebeforehadn''tbeenrealjustice.
Ofcourse,ascaptain,Lucianwantedtocrackthecaseassoonaspossible.Butthevictims''sensitivebackgroundsmadeevensimpleinquiries—intotheirdailylives,theircircles—nearlyimpossible.Everyonewasevasiveanduncooperative.Therookiesontheteam,facedwitharrogantattitudesandcloseddoors,werereadytothrowinthetowelatanymoment.
Thelandlordwho''ddiscoveredthebodieswasalreadydetainedastheprimarysuspect.Thepolicesealedoffinformationfromthemedia.Yetrumorsspreadanyway,floodingtheinternetlikeavirus.Despitefiltersanddeletions,whisperscarriedthroughmessagingapps—dark,distortedtalespassedfromonescreentoanother,grewstrangerbytheday.
Someclaimedtheroomhadbeencoveredinachalkywhitepowder,asiftwogiantcockroacheshadbeencrushedthere.OtherssaidthevictimshadshriveledintomummiesstraightoutofEgypt.Thedescriptionsdefiedlogic,science,andbasichumandecency.
JustthinkingaboutthemmadeLucian''sheadache.
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