Chapter 27

Aithusa’s POV

The lines on his face etched the story of a happy life. The Chief of Detective was anything at all but happy..

His crow's feet spoke of laughter and the deep creases in his cheeks told of a man who gave away smiles like they were wishes. Yet a more sorrowful face I had never seen.

A film of water made is dark eyes glossy and his face was fallen, submissive to gravity. His silver hair, normally neatly combed, bore the tell tale signs that his mottled hands had been run through it in distress. It was the face of a man who had lost what he knew he must loose, but the knowing did not soften the desolation.

I had checked out the newest female recruit who was trying to do all the odd jobs and get noticed and felt that she was the one that I was goin