They were running on a timeline, one hell of one, but he let himself linger when the others left to get started on the new profile, in the vacated room with the crime scene photos and dozens of manila folders, files on everything possibly related to the case. He'd looked them over already, but he kept his eyes on one or two, flipping through them ( Read more... )

Two stories up from their flat, there's an empty apartment, and the door gets left open most of the time because nobody's renting anyway, and every time someone locks it, it gets busted open again somehow. She's not the one who opens it, but she doesn't mind, doesn't stay out. There's a balcony, solid stone, safe if you weren't too close to the ( Read more... )

It's late, well past dark, but it's not like there aren't liquor stores open this late, or bars if all else fails, and even out here in middle of goddamn nowhere, Missouri, he manages to find a place. The whiskey's cheap and burns like hell, but it's not like he cares about more than the buzz just then. After what Sam had said, what he'd found out ( Read more... )