The inspector drove like a maniac, cutting past cars and avoiding them as if he were drunk. Then he took a right turn before the main road and stopped beside a ground. He felt empty from the inside and wanted to weep, but he realized that he’d long lost that ability, years ago when his family was taken from him. The only link that kept him civilized and from crossing the line. The one thing that mattered most before his career, his life, even his own brother. Then he lost them one day. There was no warning. There was just silence. The silence of loneliness, helplessness, emptiness. He’d lost...