I sigh as I sink into my seat, my hands on either side of my face, fingers massaging my temples.

I know I'm more stressed than usual, I mean, that's why I'm here, but even though I try not to think about it I just can't help it, my mind is full of the possibilities of what could have happened, the clues we probably missed, the culprits we didn't question.

"Can I get you something to drink?" Asks the bartender who usually serves me, a woman who has been working here longer than I can remember.

"Just bring me the usual, okay?"