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SLOANE WANTED TO BANG her head against her keyboard.
After finally importing her phone files to her laptop, she looked through the photos she took of the autopsy reports and realized almost all of them were blurry. She could hardly even read what was on the page. And what parts were readable, she noticed that they hadn't been filled out. Larry hadn't even recorded what he thought the murder weapon was because the report was still ongoing.
Sloane grabbed her pillow and screamed into it. She would've screamed into the actual air if it wasn't seven PM and her mother hadn't already started getting ready for bed. Taking a swig from her Grey Goose, she sniffled and had a good, quick cry. She wasted all that energy for absolutely nothing. And it wasn't like she could go back to the precinct after that stunt she pulled. It was no use going to another station when the lead investigator didn't work there.
How had she fucked up this royally?
She leaned forward, staring at the blurry picture on her laptop screen, and rested her chin on her fist. What the fuck am I going to do now? She thought. Should I call Larry and beg for his forgiveness? No, that could get her arrested. Maybe.
Sloane looked to the Jawbreaker candy sitting patiently on her nightstand, haunting her like a ghost. She picked it up between her thumb and pointing finger and examined it. What a silly alias for a serial killer, naming yourself after a children's candy. But someone, it still struck a chord within her.
In the mood for a distraction, Sloane thought of Peter Parker, the boy who liked swirlies, and wondered if he had any connections that could be useful to her. He didn't seem like a creep like Flash. He was genuinely friendly and his smile was infectious, if not a little cute. But she wouldn't get into anything of the sort right now. Sloane took a big gulp from her bottle and placed it in between her legs. She logged into the graveyard that was Facebook.com and immediately was greeted with at least a dozen baby pictures from people she hadn't spoken to in who knows how long. She went to the search and typed in his name, clicking on the first result.
