Something was still missing, she thought to herself, or maybe it was just the tiredness or the adrenaline from everything that happened. But tomorrow was going to be another day so for now she got in the car and found sleep waiting for her.
Once the station wagon had pulled out of the parking lot Chief Merrels turned back to his desk to read the email that had come in only an hour earlier. It was the results of the fingerprint analysis matched to Kelly Reiss’. As he read the email he felt the blood drain from his face and he reached for another cigarette. Taking a big inhale he read the first line again to make sure sleep wasn’t getting the better of him. He shook his head with weariness, turned off the lights, and left for home. Tomorrow was another day for another load of work to be done. For now he would go home, climb in bed next to his wife and think of the first line in that email from the analysis office.
“Not a match.”
THE END