He leans back in his office chair. A frown creasing his forehead. He still hasn't figured it out...none of these cases. Not a single lead. He looks at all the cases spread onto his desk. Rubbing his stubbled jaw. He's determined to avenge his son.. once he finds out who killed him. He stands up. Needing a small break, he walks to grab a bottle of water from his mini refrigerator This doesn't make any sense..he mumbles. Tapping the bottle of water. Why was his son killed differently..