Chapter Ninety-Nine. Smithy.
I stifle a yawn as I look at the clock on my office wall. 4:04 am. That means I have been working 38 hours straight. Other than grabbing the odd sandwich, I have not even had a break. To say I am knackered would be an understatement. I had sent most of our guys who had pulled double shifts, home yesterday afternoon, however, no matter what I said to Jessie, I was unable to convince him to get his arse back home. Hell, he is taking his vacation days to cram for his sergeant’s exam, yet still he remains upstairs behind his desk, scrolling through hours of CCTV, desperate to find something he had missed. I know he is blaming himself for whatever happened to our victim. But with no leads, he had done everything he could to protect her.
I roll my neck to the sid
