Chapter 10Vincent Falcone sat in his car in the precinct parking lot. He tapped his phone, accessed the Bluetooth feature, and then thumbed through an app folder. He selected the Spanish speaking tutorial. For the limited amount of time spent studying, he thought his ability to at least understand more of the language was improving. Eventually he'd ** for classes at the community college. He just wanted some kind of base before starting classes.
It was during times alone, usually while driving home from the job, when the memories came back. They were never really gone. Falcone did his best to cloud his mind over, though, a bland defense mechanism at pushing out of the forefront the horrors that continually plagued his dreams and waking hours.
In simplistic terms, the painful memories cau
