CHAPTER TWO - BLURRING THE EDGES
The investigation was all a blur for Rigsby. While Lisbon briefed him on the case, it took all he had to hold in the tears as he stared at the empty desk.
"Were you and Van Pelt an item?"
"What?"
"I'm not stupid, Rigsby. You loved her--"
"Love. She's not dead." He said in a tone that was colder than he had intended, but equally justifiable.
Lucky for him, Lisbon's phone went off, and she excused herself.
"'Fess up, man." Cho advised.
Jane, who had been laying on the couch, laughed at his co-workers advice. "Deny it. There's going to be consequences for telling her. Grace will be dealing with enough when we find her, she doesn't need to deal with getting fired, too."
Rigsby took a big gulp, feeling like the angel and the devil had taken their spots on each of his shoulders.