The investigators who said that this was a suicide—they let Sylvia down. Do you understand? One of my staff members died on my watch, and those investigators barely lifted a finger to get her justice.” “I’ll do my best,” I said, and I tried to make her hear the thing I couldn’t say because it’s the kind of thing you just can’t say: I can’t bring her back. I failed, though. I could see it in her face: she thought I was nervous, thought I was uncertain.
