The rites came to an end and the people all flocked to Patrick's parents one by one. Words of grieve, how sorry they were, and all the social niceties were spewed. Nash and I waited until the end. I saw a group of children approaching her parents and the mother gave them a watery smile.
I didn't hear what they were saying but I saw her smile drop and she glanced towards the coffin. It was a closed casket, so I didn't know why she was glancing back.
A few weeks go by and I look over the files over and over again. The drive to crime scenes and back, I couldn't help but go over all the faces I had seen.
"I just can't figure it out!" I exclaimed as I sat beside Sebastian on the bed. He was leaning against the headboard and browsing through a file.
"Tell me why you are feeling this way," he looked up and asked me. "Tell me about your reasoning. I trust your gut but you need to understand why you are feeling that way."
