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sick turn of events, he’d been asked by the media to allow them to interview him. The reporters on the local beat wanted him on the other side of the story.
    Each and every time, he said no.
    This case was dead to him, along with the happiness that once lived in his heart. He wasn’t going there ever again. That had once been his home, his solace, his place of love, but that was over.
    No one could force him to go back.
    No one.
    This was going to stay buried. While his mother told him to face the world with compassion and kindness, nothing could make him open himself up to that again.
    Nothing could get him to do it.
    That time in his life was horrible, and he never wanted to walk the halls of his past, remembering what he’d lost. It hurt far too much. One man could only handle so much, and he was on his last ounces of strength.
    Lighting the last candle, he stared into the flame.
    “I miss you all. I wish you were here. I’m sorry that I didn’t keep any of you safe. I wish I had been a better son.”
    The silence fell around him, as there was no reply. He didn’t expect one, but his heart always wished for that one last sound of their voice. He prayed his sister was alive, and that she’d find him again one day.
    Or the woman he lost.
    What wouldn’t he give to see her one more time?
    Then, like he’d done every year to mark the horrible anniversary, he headed out, the scent of incense making him want to be sick. It turned his stomach, breaking his heart.
    He was at his limit for mourning.
    It was time to head into work.
    Duty called.
    There were people out there who needed his help, and he couldn’t live in his past. If he did, it would eat him alive.
    Roman was smart enough to know that.
    When he cleared the doors, the crisp air hit him full force in the face. He wanted to weep from all of it. On this day, ten years later, he was still paying for a crime he didn't commit.
    He was paying for a sin that wasn’t his.
    Roman was paying for the deaths with his very soul, and he didn't know how much longer he could take it.
    Something had to give, and he hoped it wasn’t going to be his sanity.
    Glancing down at his watch, he knew he was late for work. That was all that held his head above water. At least he had that. For now, he’d focus on work, cases, and even the ghosts that haunted the office.
    They were a better option.
    At least they couldn’t hurt him.
     
    Or so he hoped.
     
     
     
     
     
                      * * *   L   i   t   t   l  e  m  o  o  n  * * *
     
     
     
    Conference Room
    Twenty Minutes Later
     
     
     
    She was nervous.
    They could all see it by the way she fidgeted in her seat. It made Tori think about ‘ants in her pants’ , and she wanted to laugh.
    Only, Julian would frown over that. This was their client, and he liked to be professional in the first meeting.
    He insisted.
    Tori, on the other hand, liked to be herself. Why shock a client when they got out in the field?
    As the team sat there, waiting to hear about the case she needed help with, they all could see this was costing her. She looked like she was exhausted.
    That wasn’t to say that the woman who sat before them wasn’t striking.
    She had blonde hair, which was braided and pulled back from her face. There was a dark pair of glasses perched on her tipped up nose. The blue eyes were what stood out the most.
    They were crystal clear.
    They were filled with pain.
    And they were begging for help.
    “Ms. Boyd, can you tell us why you want to retain our services?” asked Julian. “You said on the phone that you were desperate for our help. In fact, you sounded distressed, and that’s why we bumped you ahead of other clients. We don’t always do that.”
    And it was true.
    “I am beyond desperate. I need to find someone, and stop a crime that’s probably already happened.”
    That intrigued them, so they continued to listen.
    Julian studied the woman. She looked to be in her