Nice move, detective. I didn’t know how much he knew and understood, but he and his men now protected the pigs that had arrested me. One of the features of prison cells is that they are designed to make suicide as difficult as possible.

I smile at his attempt. I rage at his insolence. I lash out.

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The noise and the commotion is unbearable, but nothing compare to my insides. The police station is a madhouse and that is putting it mildly. Grown men and women are completely losing it, and I completely understand why because I am losing it as well. My patience, my sanity, my grip on what is real and what is a nightmare.

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We got the notices in the morning. Deborah, Thomas, George. Three good cops are dead because we saw the truth and refused to believe in it. They were not in my team. Just in the same department. They slept at home, did not even know about our case. Random victims. Revenge killings to frighten us.

And frighten us it did.

Some of us are on their way down to Robert right now. This is the first time we do something like this. But we don’t have a choice.