I sat behind Dad's/Crew's/my desk feeling awkward and uncomfortable and oddly giddy as I did my best not to let hysterical meandering fed by the itching between my shoulder blades that screamed FRAUD IN THE SHERIFF'S OFFICE! keep me from doing the job Vivian entrusted me with.

Instead, here I was, questioning a witness and doing my very best to hold it together while Andrew Isaac, still lost in grief, didn't seem to notice, thank goodness. Because any second now someone ...