I was sitting behind my desk, flipping through some files and tapping self-conscious with my pen against my lower lip. Happiness is a subjective feeling. The fading light of the sun shone directly on my skin, the little breeze coming through the window, still smelling of winter but already impregnated with spring, blew the heat of the justice building away.
I looked through the files again. A little smile crossed my face and I cherished myself in my inner and the outer warmth.
I would get this psychotic bastard behind bars.
Fighting Evil is what makes me happy. And this surly was Evil with a capital ‘E’. So I no longer cared that he’d gotten out on bail because with this new witness I had a waterproof case. I’ve seen enough trails to know when I have a winner on my hands.
With the smile still on my face I got up, threw the case file in my briefcase and made myself ready for my final preparation with the witness.
I entered the interrogation room and…