after XIII

The one was filled with guys that could be him (well, they could be him if he were black or hispanic) guys who looked rough after a long night of interrogation and cop intimidation; guys who glared with a menace that they wouldn't have had if they were sitting around with their friends having a friendly drink. They were up there as suspects in murders and thefts and assaults and rapes.

And right next to them were their implied victims. The faces of the disappeared, some with enhanced pictures imagining what they'd look like today, all happy or sad or relaxed, but all posed for some photo they wanted to have taken (even if just to appease their mother). Some had been missing for years, some for months, all had various rewards emblazened over their names. None would ever be found, but the men on the other wall … most of them would be.