The door to my office was open and I strode inside, my fists clenching and unfolding st my sides as I walked. Andrea, Mateo and Julio were sitting in our usual spot, with documents and pictures splayed over the coffee table.
I'd tried to drown my annoyance as I drove here and it would be a lie saying that I had regained my composure easily. I understood the urgency though. To prevent another attack, we needed to act. Fucking my wife senseless had to wait. Again.
"Tell me you found something useful," I muttered, slumping into my chair.
Julio grabbed some of the pictures from the table and tossed them over to me.
"As you know, we'd taken photos of the bodies before we got rid of them. Andrea ran each one of those fuckers through a face recognition program. We also searched through all the database and police records, and–"
