When did it all begin? Nine years ago when B3N 857 was assigned to her at The Mars Metropolitan police department. Eight years ago when they got married standing against the whispers and the threats standing together. Myrtle smiled at the memory of their first time seeing the serious eyed toddler who would become their son.

“Penny for your thoughts.” Arms folded, Detective Hatchett leaned in her office doorway. “I knocked.” His deep grey eyes exploring her face reading her emotions. Myrtle turned back to her desk shutting herself away. Hatchett’s shoulders slumped.

“I was looking at the timeline of crimes surrounding the Saturine murders from petty crimes like vandalism to simple assault to arson to murder,” Myrtle said.

“Yes the escalation. “

Myrtle added, “Benji, the extra payments in Devlin’s account correspond with R&D funding increases.”

Hatchett stood behind her, their heads almost touching as he scanned the financials.

“Dad?” Django called out from the living room.

His our thoughts churning, Hatchett patted her shoulder gently.

“Let’s talk tonight after I bring Django home, okay?”

Myrtle leaned back in her office chair. “Sure partner.”