A forgotten cold case. A long dead teenager. A detective that can’t let go.
Every cop has an unsolved case they can’t let go. Georgina Harrison was mine. I can’t tell you why… Maybe it was because she was just a teenager, sweet sixteen, that it stuck in my craw. Maybe it was the sight of… you don’t want to know. Maybe it was because I was still a rookie when I accompanied Harry Starke to the crime scene that God awful day. Maybe it was all of those things, but try as I might to move on, I couldn’t. And every year on September 26th the memory of that crime scene came flooding back to haunt me. And every year I opened the case file, flipped through it, and then closed it again. This time though, I won’t quit until Georgina gets the justice she deserves.