*Brielle's POV*
I half expected myself to be mentally drained after my conversation earlier with Jonathan, but I do not. Instead, I feel invigoration pumping through my veins. Determination keeps me focused on the task at hand as my body takes on an autopilot roll as I drive to Vincent Borrelli's house – the crime scene.
I still cannot believe that he is dead. More importantly, I can't believe that Jonathan and I were pretty much right there just outside his home when the whole thing happened. A terrible part of me thinks that we may have been able to help or intervein somehow, but Jonathan already dismissed it. There was nothing we could have done.
I know I should take comfort in that statement, but I don't feel comforted. Instead, I feel frustrated and even more resolute in my goal o
