When is the last time I hold onto something? It's something called "love" Damn, It always starts at stupidity and ends up being clever. Disgust and hatred rules the heart of the fallen and blood is the result of vengeance. Where have I gone wrong? It is an unusually warm night in July but I'm shivering badly as I stand on the substantial gray stone terrace outside my apartment. I'm looking over glorious San Francisco and I have my service revolver pressed against the side of my temple. I can be as logical as hell. but I am also highly emotional, obviously. That was my strength as an inspector with the San Francisco Police Department. I lightly brush the barrel of the revolver down my cheek and then up to my temple again. Oh God, oh God, oh God. I am reminded of that murder case again. This is so hard, so bad, so wrong. It's very unlike me. I keep seeing the John and Melanie Brandi, the first couple who were killed in the Mandarin suite of the Grand Hyatt. I can see that horrifying hotel room, where they died senselessly and needlessly. Discover the truth about the lies of romance and the romance behind those lies. That was the beginning.