Emily’s hand drawn map remained spread across the conference table long after everyone stopped talking because every road, landmark and handwritten note represented another piece of a puzzle that had consumed years of our lives.
Nobody reached for it and nobody wanted to be the first person to admit that we finally had somewhere concrete to investigate. Blade looked around the room.
“We don’t rush this.” Blade said.
Casey carefully photographed the map before placing it inside a protective sleeve.
“I’ll compare it against everything we’ve recovered.” Casey said.
“I’ll do the same.” Wayne said.
Emily quietly sat near the window and she looked more exhausted than relieved.
She had finally told us everything she knew and now all she could do was wait.
I couldn’t stop staring a
