Paroled to Hunt My Shadows

Summary

Aldridge Correctional Facility for Women.

"Inmate 9527, visitor."

I opened my eyes slowly. The eyes that once dissected minds down to their rawest nerve endings, mapping out the dark terrain of human malice, felt dead now—flat and grey, mirroring the cinderblock walls that had hemmed me in for three years.

Thirty-six months.

I had fallen from grace so fast the wind had been knocked out of me: once the Metro Division’s most brilliant criminal profiler, now just a faded institutional number.