Murder isn't something people think too much about as a general rule. It represents something too frightening and familiar for most of us to bear-- namely, the potential for violence that all human beings have. What most people avoid I spend days thinking about, trying to piece together a story that reaches back sixty years, full to the brim with homicide and good intentions.Daniel Bellamy thinks along the same lines I do, we're one person after all, breathing the same air and existing on plains separated by a paper thin barrier. Getting into his head is like opening a door in mine. He's a good man and a good cop, but with enough baggage to sink the Titanic. Sometimes just thinking about sitting down at the computer is too overwhelming. Motivation eludes me and I'm desperate for inspiration. The trouble isn't with connecting to Dan, it's connecting all of the dots of the story.
Exhausted, Daniel placed his gun and holster on the kitchen table and made for the sink. He needed to wash it all from his hands, the blood, the weight of failure. His sister was dead and the killer was out there, always three steps ahead. = Kate
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