After giving out the task to young James, Bryan left the station with a contented smile etched on his face. He found, as quickly as the smile blossomed, that it was the first smile he ever had since the day began.
He wiped the smile off his face and resumed his stoic expression. What was there to smile about? Jason was dead and he wasn't able to pin point who the killer is and somehow he felt that he had let everyone down.
The whole thing came as a dream… a nightmare, to him and he couldn't find words to describe it. How could Jason be dead? How could the killer just silence him like that? How could it be that he was among the list of victims he had to look over day after day? How was it that he was the one on top of that autopsy table?
He remembered his gaze and how he had his eyes wide open as if he had seen the most shocking thing in his life. This, he reckoned, must have been due to the fact that he knew who his killer was.
