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The detective gripped her hand tightly. ‘I wish I could tell you. I just wish I could tell you.’
Then a mourning mother claimed the detective’s attention. But she swore that the detective looked back at her over the sobbing woman’s head with extra compassion.
It’s only now that she realizes she never told the officer her names, now and then. How silly. But perhaps it wouldn’t have made any difference.
No, there’s no sign of him today. And dimly, painfully, she comes to realize there never will be.