Abstract

Twelve years. How can it be? The memories are so fresh; the hurt still so sharp, it seems it was last week. But it was twelve years ago. The call from my department came while I was visiting my father. He was struggling with the cancer that would ultimately claim him. I wanted to stay, but I knew I was returning home even before the call concluded. It was obvious. Eric was dead. By his own hand. I couldn't quiet comprehend what my lieutenant was telling me. Eric went into a roadside park, and shot himself in the head. Eric. The officer most identified as our star detective. Eric, with the easy smile and affable manner