“Can you please explain to me why you’re making me hack into the PD’s database to look at crime photos of your murdered grandmother?” Daya asks from beside me, her fingers hovering over her mouse. I’m tempted to reach over and push her finger down for her so she’ll finally click the damn button. Once she does, it’II pull up Gigi’s records. I sigh. “I told you already. She was murdered. And I think I know who did it, I just... well, I don’t know anything about him but his first name, and the fact that he stalked her.” Daya eyes me, but eventually relents. She clicks the mouse—finally—and pulls up Gigi’s crime scene photos. They’re pretty disturbing. Gigi had been found in her bed, with her throat slit and a cigarette burn on her wrist. They never found the killer due to insufficient evidence. A lot of blame pointed towards the officers that responded to the call, citing that they trampled all over the crime scene. Evidence was lost or contaminated by the police force, and fingers were pointed, but ultimately, no one was held accountable for it. Daya clicks through the photos, each one more disturbing than the last. Close up pictures of the wound on her neck. The burn on her wrist. Gigi’s face, frozen in fear as her dead eyes stare back at the camera. And her signature lipstick smeared across her cheek.