When Innocence Masks Deceit

e terrified breathing of the hostage, and the shrill, righteous voice of rookie E

put. She broke formation, stepped into the open, and a single gunshot echoed. Ch

s rushed to her side, offering sympathy while I stared at the cooling body of Chris Walker. My rage, co

he theatrically banged her head against the wall, whimpering, "It should have been me!" Lieutenant Miller, my superior, cradle

old, no-nonsense veteran, Sarah Jenkins, than the sweet, innocent rookie who "just wanted to help." T

the warehouse, moments before everything went wrong. Emily Davis was repeating th