His wife Jamie came up from behind giving him a hug and kissing him on top of the head. She said, “Honey, you think you might turn it off for a little bit of the day while there is still some daylight left out there?” “Turn what off Jamie?” “You know exactly what I mean. You turn off the job, you put your papers in the briefcase, and you put it and all these horrible images away for the day. You know there is more to life than work, right?” “I know, but-“ “But nothing. It isn’t your fault that so many-“ He slammed his hands on the table making it and everything on it bounce off the floor. “You don’t seem to realize anything, Jamie. It might not be my fault and it might not be solely up to me to find these fuckers, but you forget one thing, once the first dead body shows up and it’s assigned to me I have to look every single parent in the eyes and tell them to their face that their loved ones aren’t coming home.
