I turn off the recording, and we sit for a few seconds in silence,
letting the worried voices of the families settle into us. Sam sits
beside me, his pen poised over a blank page in a notebook. He's
been sitting that way since I started replaying the interviews. He
hasn't written down a single word.
"How do you deal with stuff like this every day?" he asks.
"What do you mean? This isn't your first murder investigation," I say.
"You're right. It's not. But it is the first time I have seen anything like
this and been the one in charge of making it stop. The occasional murder
or domestic violence killing is one thing. This is completely different.
And I know you've seen it before. How do you deal with it?"
"Because I have to. Because someone has to. Pretending it doesn't
exist and not confronting it isn't it isn't going to stop sick people from doing
these things. It's just going to make it easier for them. I decided a long
time ago I was going to be one of the people to stand in their way. I might
not always be able to stop lives from being taken, but I can make sure
people answer for what they've done," I tell him.
"Is that why you left?" he asks.
"I left to go into training and become an agent"
"That's why you left Sherwood. I meant, is that why you left me?"
"Sam, I can't have this conversation right now."
"Why not?" he asks. "We never had it before. You never gave me a
chance. Why not have it now that we're back in the same room together
for the first time in seven years?"
"You knew from the time we met up again in college that I was plan-
ning oh joining the Bureau. It wasn't a surprise."
"It was a surprise, Emma. That wasn't anything like the girl I knew,"
he says.
"The girl you knew hadn't been though enough yet. She hadn't
waited for years for someone to figure out who killed her mother and
why. She was murdered right there in our house, and no one was ever
able to give me an explanation. Not what really happened to her, or
who did it, or why. No one was ever made responsible for that or held
accountable for the damage they did to me and to my father. I couldn't
just keep letting that happen. If no one else was going to stand up for
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Misterio / SuspensoA ten year old girl has vanished on her way home from camp. And things took a turn for the worse when another child, a child that Emma knows, goes missing. Disappearances death and tragedies have followed Emma Griffin throughout her childhood. Her o...
