Rob has been in a foul mood all day. He's barely said a word since he got back to Cassie's apartment, until she finally explodes. "What's wrong with you? Have I pissed you off somehow?"
"It's not you." Rob shakes his head.
"What, then?"
Rob shrugs. "There was this article on missing persons in today's paper. I was just flipping through it at lunchtime, and there they were. Peter Savage and Jamie Rowan, never found. It's funny, really." He takes a swig of his whiskey. "I thought when I joined the police I'd be reminded of it all the time, but I can go days without thinking about them, then suddenly…"
Cassie's face softens and she touches Rob's arm briefly. "That must have been a shock. I'm sorry."
"You know how I feel, when I see them?" Rob says abruptly.
"I know. I barely look at photos of my parents."
"It's not just the grief." Rob downs the rest of his drink. "I feel jealous, when I see them pictured together. Left out." Cassie just looks at him. "It was always the three of us, and now it's just the two of them. They're famous, and I'm just the footnote. Another kid was also there that day. That's all I am." He finally meets Cassie's eyes. "Do you think I'm a sociopath?"
Cassie smiles. "Nah. I've met sociopaths. You're alright."
"It's fucked up, I know."
"Yeah, but what happened was fucked up. And we've all fantasised about attending our own funeral, hearing all the nice things people say about us."
"You'll say nice things about me, right?" Rob asks, feeling a little lighter.
"I plan to die first. You can say nice things about me."
"We'll go together. O'Kelly can do the eulogies." Cassie snorts and refills his glass.