Chapter 17

Reeves

"Tomorrow, huh? " Ben says, his head stuck inside his fridge.

"Seems like it, " I say, absorbed in the gazillion inch TV.

He closes the door, leans with one hand on the stainless steel refrigerator, and gazes at me somewhat troubled. "Eight months. . .it feels like forever. I can't wait for it to be over, " Ben says, referring to the case we've been investigating.

"He is going to reveal the location tomorrow, I'm sure he is. I can feel it, " I respond, raising my eyes to square with my best friend's.

"I can't wait to arrest these sick fucks. If I could only shoot this son of a bitch in the head, " says Ben.

I let out a deep heave. So do I. But that's something we'll never do. We'll get the location and time for when the attack is planned, wait for the day, and arrest them. And finally get our lives back, at least till the next case. We've been so invested in this investigation that we've almost forgotten how real life feels.