Jude focused on the girl, experiencing the crime scene from the viewpoint of the person she was now, and not the cop she used to be. In the months since her escape, she’d struggled to ignore the heightened awareness, that bombardment of sight and sounds and odors, because those revved-up senses got in the way of everyday life. Now, though, she realized she was picking up information much in the same way she’d picked up information from Uriah, much in the same way she’d picked up information from her captor. The dead girl had a story to tell, and she was telling it to Jude.
