The three cups of coffee haven't exactly calmed her down. She still feels like her skin is crawling. It's not every day you walk into your office to find...
What the hell was it anyway? A figment of her imagination? Too many nights of not enough sleep? A manifestation of the gruesomeness associated with the case? Whatever it was, she's happy it's gone. Sick fuck.
She tries to let it go, to get back to the case at hand. The good news? She now has a possible portrait of "Undertaker". The bad news? No hits. So far at least. Books mentioned seeing the figure on TV a couple years back. It may be a needle in a hay stack but Montoya feels compelled to take her chances. Mid-day, she can be found making her way into the studios at Channel 12 WNTR.