Reeves
"Tomorrow, huh? " Ben says, his head stuck inside his fridge.
"Seems like it, " I say, absorbed in the gazillion inch TV.
He closes the door, leans with one hand on the stainless steel refrigerator, and gazes at me somewhat troubled. "Eight months. . .it feels like forever. I can't wait for it to be over, " Ben says, referring to the case we've been investigating.
"He is going to reveal the location tomorrow, I'm sure he is. I can feel it, " I respond, raising my eyes to square with my best friend's.
"I can't wait to arrest these sick f***s. If I could only shoot this son of a b***h in the head, " says Ben.
I let out a deep heave. So do I. But that's something we'll never do. We'll get the location and time for when the attack is planned, wait for the day, and arrest them. A
