Xavier's POV
Three days... It's been three fucking days, three days since the Ironbound Yard massacre, and I still had nothing.
No witness, no suspect and no lead. I had absolutely nothing but the most painful part was that I was so close, very close to having some to nail Lucifer with.
"Fuck."
I sat behind my desk staring at the photographs spread across the surface like they were somehow going to magically reveal the answers I needed.
The witness was dead, officer Briggs was dead, the fake detective was gone and Lucifer? Lucifer was still out there somewhere, probably laughing his ass off.
I leaned back in my chair and rubbed my jaw.
"What the hell do I need to do to nail you?" I muttered.
The picture of the killer sat in front of me and every single image showed the same thing... Nothing, no face, no identifying marks and no mistakes that could help me.
