Wounded and Accused

Nolan stood in the silent Radcliff office, his head hanging in deep shame. "Mr. Radcliff," Nolan stammered, his palms sweating under his boss's furious glare. "We are still running the investigation. But we lost her trail from the city surveillance cameras the second she left the premises. It is proving impossible to track her."

Desmond's jaw locked. He tossed the dense file onto his massive desk