My brother shook his head and handed the ring back to the coroner.

"With just these initials, there are thousands of people in New York who could match. It's hard to narrow down the victim."

He still hadn't figured it out.

I should've known—my brother could barely stand to see me. He hadn't even come to the engagement when David informed him.

He knew so little about me, so how could he recognize the ring and immediately think of me?

"Let's find the missing limb first. If the fingerprints are intact, it'll make things easier."

There weren't many detectives at the scene, so my brother led the firefighters to expand...