Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
February 12
Aiden pulled his elbow across his torso in an attempt to alleviate the ache in his shoulder. In October, a bullet had torn through the muscle surrounding his rotator cuff, and while he had regained full range of motion, now the injury was an annoying twinge that seemed to remind him of his failings. The foremost of which stared back at him from his computer screen. Regina Phelps
He had tugged on every thread, followed every lead, read every article she’d ever written. He had hit so many brick walls he felt like a crash test dummy. With a heavy sigh, Aiden reluctantly typed the words into the casefile: Unsolved pending further evidence.
He wasn’t ready to admit defeat, but until some new information came to light, his case had gone cold.