CHAPTER TWENTY- NINE

70.

This was the number of times Detective Dan James, the officer who'd been on hand at Agent Snyder's house after Mindi was killed, had watched the surveillance tapes outside the house just before the attack and just after. He'd watched it 70 times from that night until the following morning.

He'd watched it meticulously until he slept off in his office, and when he woke up, he resumed watching it again. He was looking for something to hold on to. Anything.

Ever since the previous night, he had been unable to rest, feeling very distressed at the manner in which the poor woman, Mindi, was killed, at how much she'd had to suffer, judging from the marks and wounds on her body, and also at how much pain he'd seen in the eyes of Agent Snyder, who'd looked shaken, a sign that he'd really cared about the woman.

So far, he'd had no luck, but he was determined.

"Good morning, detective!" A voice bellowed.

Dan James looked up to see Naomi Wallace, his protégé, holding his door half open an