He threw a sandwich wrapper in the trashcan next to his desk, ripped open a small bag of chips, and looked at his partner. “What are you so pissed about, Braddock?” She forked a cube of melon and popped it in her mouth. “Men like William Whitt and Yates use women as sex toys with no repercussions. Their money gives them a free pass to do as they wish. Meanwhile women’s lives are destroyed, some permanently.” “We’re working to hold them accountable.” “For murder,” she said. “Assuming one of them’s involved. But what about for the ruined lives?” “Cathy, we can’t fix the world. We can’t even fix this tiny piece called Oakland. All we can do is solve the murders we’re assigned and bring those responsible to justice.” “I started getting frustrated when it became clear that Whitt and Yates had nothing to do with the murders and would get away with what they did to those women.”
