ARNOLD's P O V

‘‘Please… just come home already...’’ Celestine said through the phone, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of compassion for her. I turned my attention to Chris, who was still trying to match the fingerprints in the database.

‘‘Chris…’’ I spoke out to him, patting a hand lightly on his shoulder. ‘‘I’ll go home for a while. My wife needs me…’’

‘‘But this will be done in a minute…’’ he said, not taking a glance on my way. ‘‘This won’t take long…’’

‘‘Chris was totally correct...’’ Louis appeared out of nowhere and entered the room while holding a bottle of vodka. ‘‘Why don't you just...