Ugh. What Artemis really wanted was to keep punching things. She felt her twin's absence like an open wound, a gaping emptiness in the world that demanded retribution. When she'd thought she had the killer's scent, she had been all cold purpose, no thought but the hunt. But the trail had been a false one, and she was right back where she started. Hells, she didn't even know where the body was.
"Fine," Artemis sighed, her voice sharp with frustration. "Sure, whatever. It happened this morning. Nobody knows anything."