Jocelyn Nicols was leaving on another out-of-town assignment.As her assistant, I packed her bags the way I always did, quietly and without complaint.To everyone else, she was the celebrated genius detective, sharp and decisive, a woman who got things done. Behind closed doors, though, her life was a mess she could never quite manage on her own. I was the one who cleaned up after her, every single time.When I handed her luggage off to Michael Lanier, the department's newest hire, he looked confused. "James, aren't you going with Jocelyn this time?"I gave him a bitter smile and shook my head. I didn't explain.Back home, I kept cleaning the house. In ten days, no one would take this kind of care with it again.While I was sorting through the file cabinet, I spotted the black box Jocelyn had hidden on top of the bookshelf. Inside it were her notes, the ones that traced her theory on the decade-old cold case she'd never managed to close.The Nicols family came from a long li
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