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judge. Sometimes the jury is the one at fault. Cut yourself some slack.”
    He left the chair, getting away from my affection. “She was raped and murdered.” He rested his fist against his lips, his eyes closed from the rage. “And the fucker got away. You expect me to cut myself some slack?” He turned to me, his eyes red and bloodshot. “What if that were your sister? Your girlfriend?”
    I’d already been through that once—and it was the worst experience of my life. “You can’t win them all.” I felt like a parrot repeating myself, but it was the only thing that came to mind. It was easy to lose sleep over our cases. It was easy to lose ourselves too. But we had to stay sane, to remember there was only so much we could do in any given situation. “Maybe you should take the rest of the week off—with pay.”
    “That’s not going to solve my problem.”
    I slowly approached him, not wanting to push him even further. “Take some time to clear your head. Go to the beach. Take a trip. Just take some time for yourself. This business can be daunting. It’s best to pace ourselves.”
    He stared at the ground, his eyes lifeless.
    I knew exactly how he felt but I could never tell him that. Some people in the office knew what happened all those years ago, but a lot of them didn’t. I liked to keep my private life to myself as possible. Otherwise old wounds would fester and become infected all over again.
    He finally nodded. “I think I should.”
    I clapped him on the shoulder again. “Great. I think that will be best.”
    ***
    A few days later I got a lead.
    “Kyle, I have a name and an address.” Carol placed the note on my desk. “I’m pretty sure this is the girl you’re looking for. It’s just a few blocks away.”
    I snatched it from the surface.
    INDIGO DESIGNS.
    “You’re sure?”
    “From what the leasing information I pulled up, it said a woman named Rose was the tenant. That was the best I could do.”
    I shoved the note into my pocket, feeling my lips automatically form a smile. “Thank you.”
    ***
    Her office was a tiny little place above a Chinese food restaurant. It had to be four hundred square feet at the most. And with a location like that, I suspected she didn’t pick up a lot of foot traffic.
    So why have an office at all?
    I made it to the second floor then walked past the windows. They were tinted so I couldn’t see anything inside. Just before I walked inside I stopped because I panicked. Now that I was here I didn’t know what to say. Did I just ask her out? Did I act like I needed work? What should I do?
    If she was looking at me through the window I must look strange.
    I straightened my shoulders and walked inside with confidence. Rose was shy and withdrawn but every woman responded to a man who knew what he wanted. The bell rang overhead the moment I walked inside, and then I came face-to-face with her.
    She was sitting at her small desk with an iPad on the surface. Judging the surprise on her face she didn’t get very many customers. I was probably the only person to walk inside that day—or maybe even that week.
    Rose’s eyes narrowed slightly when she recognized me. She didn’t move from her desk, remaining absolutely still. Even her breathing didn’t change.
    I stepped further inside and felt the nerves get to me. She was staring at me intently, unsure why I was there and what I wanted. That confidence I felt a moment ago was dissipating. Like she was the sun, my confidence evaporated from my skin. “Hi. I hope this isn’t a bad time.”
    “No. I’m just surprised to see you.”
    I was surprised too. “I was in the neighborhood and thought I would stop by.”
    “How did you know I worked here?”
    “You told me.”
    “No, I didn’t.” Her clipped tone suddenly turned hostile.
    Maybe this was a bad idea . “Well, I looked it up online. It was pretty easy to find.”
    That same threat was still on her face.
    Did I just screw this up ? “I’m sorry if