My coursework was done and I had been putting in more hours at the station. Detective Nash had been nothing but charming in my time there. Sebastian had been buried head deep solving cold cases in the makeshift office that was given to him while I went around talking to victims of crimes: arson, robberies, trespassing. I had seen just about everything at that point. What made me glad was the lack of murders in the city.
Until one Sunday afternoon, a call came into the station.
"Evie, we need to go to the site!" Nash called over.
"What do we have today?" Hopefully, a family dispute that we could talk out.
"Demolition workers went inside an abandoned house to check the premises and found the body of a boy." I stiffened.
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"They called the emergency services but the child had been long dead before the workers came in."
"Were there signs of trauma or anything?" I asked as he hopped into the car.
News about the death of a child always hits us the worse. Especially for the officers. Imagine feeling helpless when you can't save a kid. Imagine not being able to help them get justice. I don't envy them.
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