Julia was shaking uncontrollably.
Not out of fear, but out of sheer, unadulterated rage.
Having worked at the precinct for years, she had seen her fair share of vicious crimes.
But this case invoked a visceral, biological disgust.
What kind of deep-seated hatred drove someone to slaughter Frank's family with such grotesque savagery?
And what kind of terrifying psychological fortitude did it take to manually debone four human beings?
These were living, breathing people just weeks ago!
In a world where most people couldn't even stomach gutting a fish, who possessed the sheer brutality to butcher their own kind like livestock?
"Where is Captain Peyton?"
"They left."
Julia said, her jaw clenched tight.
It was the only way she could keep from screaming every curse word in her vocabulary.
But as an officer of the law, she had to maintain her composure; letting her emotions take the wheel would only cloud her judgment.
In investigations, a millimeter of error could throw them miles off course. Julia dug her fingernails into her palms, a suffocating wave of despair washing over her, forcing herself to stay grounded.
By comparison, Nora's stoicism was almost unnerving.
Julia knew Nora was famous for being ice-cold under pressure.
It was a trait forged by her personality and sharpened by years in the morgue.
Still, facing a bloodbath of this magnitude without batting an eye was a masterclass in psychological control.
Julia made a silent vow to learn from her example!
"Left?"
Nora hadn't noticed Julia's internal monologue, her mind racing through the timeline of the case.
"Do you know where they went?"
Knowing they had just returned from a grueling field shift, Nora kept her voice low. "Yeah. Go back to sleep."
The detectives instantly passed out.
Nora booted up a computer, logged into the database, and checked the latest updates.
Seeing that the statements from the stall owner and Aaron hadn't been uploaded yet, she knew they were still locked in interrogation rooms.
Right now, getting to the ranch was her top priority. If Nathan had deemed it necessary to lead the raid personally, her instincts told her they were about to uncover something massive.
"Heading back out, Nora?"
A passing officer asked as she left the bullpen. Nora replied, "I'm going to the ranch to meet up with the Captain."
No one thought twice about it. "The roads out there are tricky. Keep your GPS on so you don't get lost," one of them called out as they went back to their paperwork.
Nora logged the advice and rushed out the front doors.
Julia's car was idling at the curb. Just as Nora reached for the door handle, a very familiar luxury sedan pulled up to the precinct entrance.

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