Claiming the spot Sol had abandoned on the sofa, Theo dropped his sack onto the floor as he sunk into the seat. “I’ll help myself later,” he said, glancing over at him. “Did you manage to find the files on Marcantonio?” It had been a long day. Aside from a few new suspects to interrogate, he couldn’t exactly say he had anything fruitful to offer to the case. He wanted to catch the guy as quickly as possible, but it wasn’t going to be easy. Not when he was missing three months of time.
All these leads were coming up now when they should have surfaced at the start of the investigation. But he couldn’t blame the department for the lack of turn out. It was his fault for leaving. He was the one responsible for solving these types of cases and he wasn’t here to do it until now. “I’d visited all three locations,” he replied, beginning to chew on the end of his straw again, “Funeral parlor, bus stop, law office. Found nothing. Both the funeral parlor and law office are a mess. Documents and files everywhere. But I can’t say with any certainty it had to do with the victims.”
He also had that injured girl nudging at him in the back of his mind. Blood on the mattress. Several days old. What had happened to her? Where was she now? Was she okay? Would he even be able to find her? He was going to keep scouring the North Loop, scouring any and all locations he could find with the graffiti for her – but there was no guarantee that he ever would. There were too many holes and unanswered questions right now. He needed a break to clear his mind.