After Wilson’s death, Brooke suffered with survivor’s guilt. She’d lie in bed at night her head full of thoughts. She wanted to talk to him one last time.
She’d drift into troubled dreams. The dreams scared her, but she had alone time with Wilson.
She didn’t waste time with small talk as their bodies connected again. He’d return night after night to be with her in her dreams. Each night he returned Brooke was satisfied less and less with just kisses.
Brooke woke the next morning astonished. She didn’t think she was dreaming about the incident, but there was no other explanation.
Life as a lieutenant was difficult for Lauren. Her desk was a constant paper shuffle as cases came in and cases were dismissed. Her longest open case was one of a bank robber who had successfully robbed fifteen banks in Riverblossom and three banks in Bridgeport. She studied his face everyday hoping to find a clue or at least that her boss would remove his cold file. She called three suspects in the first week, all of which had strong alibis.
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