So Eric says there was a possible Conaghan sighting outside a café in town. Unfortunately, by the time he got the troops rallied and mustered them forward, he had dropped off the map again. And, since he's really only the back-up man on the case, guess who came back to work to find a giant pile of paperwork on his desk?
I'm pretty aggravated, but I can't even get mad at him. He's just the guy who stays at the desk and finds articles or files or anything to help us out; I'm the one who usually sounds the alarm and marches into battle. He's had enough shit in his life without me making it any worse.
Besides, he's coming down with something. As much of a jerk as I am, I don't yell at sick people.
Lizzie stayed at my house all day yesterday. Not that I really minded. She looked and acted like she always has, but there was still a hint of something being off. I made her waffles, and tried again to get some answers out of her, but she just smiled and insisted it was nothing major.
That's Lizzie for you. She never lets anyone know what's going on in there. I don't know how she survived with that bastard for as long as she did. I guess that's why she still voluntarily goes to see her therapist. She's a strong girl, if only on the outside. On the inside...I can't even begin to guess.
That's what I'm around for. Trying to patch her up. Though sometimes I wonder if I'm doing a good job at all.
We've spent all day trying to work off that lead and not really getting anywhere. Just another day in the office. I feel like we're getting close to something, though...just not sure what.