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Anderson closed the door to the interview room. He had told the Carmicheal's there was no need to come down to the station. They had identified the remains from the dental records.
Janice looked down at her broken leg and laughed. There was no way she was going to make it for the exam in time any more. At least she had a good excuse. It was 1983.
Detective Charles Anderson stood at the coffee machine awaiting for his cup to fall and fill. It was 6am and way to early to be at work.
Barry stopped the car. He was there. He stepped out and walked into the building Michael had said for him to. 9:00pm on the dot.
She was my sister, I mean she is my sister, however now just a mere shadow of her former self.
Gavin, stood, staring at a sign. It had been half an hour since the person his boss wanted him to meet was meant to turn up. Still no sign.
In her head she's screaming for help. Her cold hands grasp through the frigid night air, trying to find anything to help her support herself.
Chuck, the name of a very very special cat. Long long ago, far far away there was Chuck. Just walking along the neighbours' fence until suddenly a dark green sack covered Chucks fragile head.
Prologue: She's crying. She's always crying. At least you think so, because that's what it sounds like anyway.