*Claire*
I wasn't sure what was going on with Nathaniel. I sit at my desk, arms folded, as I stare at the photographs and files we gathered from the different places we visited. We went to nine different areas where Nathaniel thought we might find the perpetrators, and we drew blanks almost every time.
There were some places that showed scuffling, but every place had been abandoned for a while.
I'm feeling frustrated. Each day that goes by is another day someone else could die. I am not standing for this anymore, but I am not sure I can do it without Nathaniel's help.
It reminds me, at this moment, that there is something else pulling my focus away from the case. What is more interesting to me than the case, at the moment, is Nathaniel's behavior.
Each time we went out, he asked m
