"Yeah," the woman said, not even turning her head. The word inspector went off like a flash in Cindy's mind. Cindy couldn't believe it. The scene must be beyond awful for an inspector to be that upset. As the elevator descended, she rode the entire thirty floors just blinking her eyes and looking straight ahead. When the doors opened to the lobby, the inspector rushed off. "You see the front door," the cop said to Cindy. "Go through it. Don't come back." As soon as the elevator doors had closed, she spun around and scanned the vast lobby for a sight of the detective. She caught a flash of her going into the ladies' room. Cindy hurriedly followed her in. Just the two of them in there. The detective stood in front of a mirror. She looked close to six feet tall, slender and impressive. To Cindy's amazement, it was clear she had been crying. Jesus, Jesus. She was back on the inside again. What had the inspector seen to get her so upset? "You okay?" Cindy finally inquired in a soft voice. The detective tensed up when she realized she wasn't alone. But she had this look on her face, as if she were on the verge of letting it all out. "You're that reporter, aren't you? You're the one who got upstairs." Cindy nodded. 3A tall woman in a powder blue T-shirt and brocade vest with a badge fastened to her waist stepped in. The cop was nice looking, with sandy blond hair, but she was clearly upset. She let out a deep sigh as the doors closed. "So how did you make it all the way up there?" "I don't know. Luck, maybe." The detective pulled out a tissue and dabbed at her eyes. "Well, I'm afraid your luck's over, if you're looking for something from me." "I didn't mean that," Cindy said. "You sure you're all right?" The cop turned around. Her eyes shouted, I've got nothing to say to you, but they lied. It was as if she needed to do exactly that, talk to someone, more than anything in the world.