"This man is very likely our primary suspect."
The thought that this could be the person who murdered and dismembered my daughter set a fire burning in my chest.
My eyes locked on the screen, desperate to catch even the smallest detail.
But he had clearly come prepared. Every inch of him was covered. Only his eyes were exposed.
I didn't know why, but something about those eyes felt familiar.
I just couldn't place where I'd seen them before.
Finch played the video for us over a dozen times.
No matter how many times we watched, neither of us could identify anyone who matched.
The conference room fell quiet for a long stretch.
Finally, I turned to Captain Finch.
"Is this the only footage?"
Captain Finch nodded. "Yeah. After the task force disbanded yesterday, I was already packing up to leave. Then first thing this morning, someone anonymously sent this video straight to my inbox."
He paused. "And it wasn't just me. It was a mass send. Every single person at the precinct got the same video. So did every news outlet in the city."