Light trickled through the Captain’s windows and wormed its way my direction before crashing into the back of the corkboard, which cast a shadow across Steele’s desk that had doubled in length in the past fifteen minutes. Shay’s shearling coat draped the back of her chair, but the woman herself perched on the edge of her desk, one foot tucked underneath her knee and the other dangling, the tip of her boot inches from the ground. Her right hand cupped her chin, her index finger occasionally stroking the firm line of her jaw as she thought. We’d collected the grand sum of our collected evidence onto the pockmarked face of the board, but it could only showcase what we’d uncovered. A red pin affixed Barrett’s sketch to the cork, and while we’d pieced together a crude timeline of his activities during the past day, a huge patch of nothing still stretched from after the end of his workday to the point at which we found him, with only his window of death there to break the monotony.
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