A BROKEN HEART

Detective Camille Adams doubled her footsteps as she neared the elevator. She took it all up to the fifth floor of the building where the technical department was located.

About sixty seconds ago, she'd received a call from the new technical crew member, Charlie Rodrigues informing her of the discovery he'd just made. It changed everything.

She hoped with everything in her that Charlie was right. Because if he was, then there was still hope that this could still be sorted out. She was running out of breath when she finally reached the monitoring room.

Charlie was seated there, a knowing smile on his face. She'd come to hate that smile so much. And he always had it on every time they met in the hallway or at the driveway or anywhere else they bumped into each other.

It gave her the impression that he knew something she didn't know. It further buttressed her incompetence. Despite the fact that it would look as if she didn't know what she was doing if Charlie eventually sorted things out