[Rebecca is at her desk in the police station. She's got a couple of cold cups of coffee at her elbow and a bottle of water. She's also looking down into a brown bag with a look of disgust on her face.]

A fried club sandwich...and they fried the salad as well.

Really...fantastic. I suppose today will be a liquid diet.

[She takes a sip of her ( Read more... )

I used to know a little girl named Becky George. She was ten years old and someone took her from her bedroom; someone she trusted. Becky George died 18 months later. Or maybe she died earlier than that. It's a hard thing to pin point; that exact time of death ( Read more... )

[Rebecca is taking a break from work at the coffee shop. She's got a cup of coffee in one hand and a case file in the other. She's walking and reading. Usually she's graceful but she's absorbed in the case file. She trips over the uneven floor, barely catching herself and managing to spill coffee all over her suit jacket and white shirt. She glares ( Read more... )

[A small earthquake turns the device on. Things can be seen falling to the floor and the sounds of things breaking can be heard. The device falls from a table and the scene changes a little. Rebecca can be seen standing stock still. Flames are shooting up around a stove and smoke is quickly filling the room. Rebecca's eyes keep darting around, ( Read more... )