Vince pulled off his glasses and dropped his face into his hands, wearily rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He couldn't remember the last time he got a full nights sleep, or even when he'd gotten to sleep in his own bed. He knew it would come to a fight with Lauren eventually, and he dreaded the day, but he honestly didn't know what else to do. Looking at that picture every day and thinking about how easily it could have been one of his girls. And this girl was just a picture on a board now, hardly any significant evidence and seemingly dead ends at ever turn.
Wincing slightly as he turned his eyes back to the case files in front of him, Vince re-positioned his glasses on his nose and bent to reading. At least until he heard footsteps coming down the hall. He lifted his head and ran his fingers over his messy hair. "Can I help you? he asked, just as the feet stopped in the open doorway of his office.