Screaming in rage, I lift my bloody fists to heaven, demanding that God acknowledge this senseless act of inhumanity, but, unsurprisingly, he remains unmoved. A hand gently presses between my shoulder blades, drawing my focus back to earth, to the here and now.
Jim once told me I needed to learn how to stay present, that my emotions could be a dangerous thing if they ever got in the way of an investigation.
Despite all I've learned, this is one lesson I've never completely mastered.
But tonight, I think Jim understands.
Dear God, how are we going to tell Simon?
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