Captain Brown was pacing through the station like a madman. He searched for information in every department, urged his officers to deliver results, and focused most on the forensic analyses presented by Dr. Abbat. He was convinced that the killer murdered all his victims in the same location, tortured them under the same conditions, and therefore had some kind of hideout where Kreves was likely being held.
In the midst of his frantic search, John entered carrying more papers that needed to be reviewed. At this point, anything could be evidence, no matter how insignificant. He couldn’t allow Kreves to be killed; in fact, at this moment, the rest of the corpses seemed insignificant to him. All that mattered was that young man he saw as a son. If he couldn’t find any leads, he would personal
