One of the best days of my career turned out to be one of the worst. July 16, 1983. A child abduction turned murder. The guy we nabbed killed five boys. They were cases we had already tracked. It was such a victory, knowing that we'd stopped him from hurting anyone else. When I got home, my bags were packed. Carolyn had had enough. I had forgotten our anniversary again, as well as all the other things that didn't seem important because saving lives trumped everything. So I let ours die. It's a great balance in a life. It finds a way to knock your legs away

Rossi