#Chapter 32 Delaying a Crisis to Handle Another

The summer breeze caressed my skin as I stepped out of the car, a welcome respite from the oppressive heat that had plagued the city for weeks. I felt so much better today, and I hated that it was probably because of Elroy’s visit. The baby's energy wasn’t draining me the same way, and I could focus on the grim task at hand. We’d run out of paper evidence to review—it was time to talk to people. The Davis home was a simple one-story building, the brick clean and the lawn well-maintained. It was a perfectly ordinary house, filled with perfectly ordinary people, and I wished it could stay that way. Except it had already fallen apart. The woman who lived here had to be floundering—her daughter was missing, her husband was dead, and her son lived on the other side of the city. She was alone in this house, alone in her life. She was probably balancing on a razor’s edge. And I wasn’t exactly with the most polite company. We were about to walk into an emotionally charged situation