James was only ten years old when his mother was murdered. June only a newborn. Much of the time he recalls as a blur. With family members and police and townspeople invading the family home. He remembers his father going into a rampage when he found out. He can still see the line of reporters at the funeral. He remembers sitting in the front row at the cemetery with Demetri and Daniel beside him, each of them taking turns holding and keeping June from crying because their father had been inconsolable during the ceremony and days after. It had taken a toll on James. Changed him. When something that tragic happens, murdered in cold blood, life never goes completely back to normal. The Thornton family, no matter how rich and powerful, definitely didn't once his mother was gone.
That's why he had never been able to let it go. His life's obsession, practically. Even more when he landed on the police squad where he had training and access and more resources to case files. He did anything and everything to connect the evidence the authorities found at his mother's murder scene with other cases. There was signs of a ritualistic killing but no one could ever tie it back to a suspect.
Slowly, trying not to disturb his leg too much, he leads Moira to the door he keeps locked on most days, hidden from all eyes, including his other siblings. He never wanted them to know. Or make them dredge up all those memories if they didn't need to. He was okay with bearing the burden alone. Once they step inside, he looks around at his work, somewhat proud of it, of the maps and documents hanging off the walls. Pictures of crime scenes and suspects from not just his mother's case but other cold case murders that had never been solved in this town. He had always tried to find a connection between them and his mother, but he never found it.
"Just how much do you think your mother is capable of..." he asks watching carefully as she looks into the room. "There are a number of unsolved murders in Siren Cove. Despite what the Mayor's office indicates in their crime reports."
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That's why he had never been able to let it go. His life's obsession, practically. Even more when he landed on the police squad where he had training and access and more resources to case files. He did anything and everything to connect the evidence the authorities found at his mother's murder scene with other cases. There was signs of a ritualistic killing but no one could ever tie it back to a suspect.
Slowly, trying not to disturb his leg too much, he leads Moira to the door he keeps locked on most days, hidden from all eyes, including his other siblings. He never wanted them to know. Or make them dredge up all those memories if they didn't need to. He was okay with bearing the burden alone. Once they step inside, he looks around at his work, somewhat proud of it, of the maps and documents hanging off the walls. Pictures of crime scenes and suspects from not just his mother's case but other cold case murders that had never been solved in this town. He had always tried to find a connection between them and his mother, but he never found it.
"Just how much do you think your mother is capable of..." he asks watching carefully as she looks into the room. "There are a number of unsolved murders in Siren Cove. Despite what the Mayor's office indicates in their crime reports."