"It’s not a picture of a place," Elena muttered, taking a sip of lukewarm coffee. "It’s a picture of a moment."
Her partner, Miller, leaned over her shoulder. "Looks like an alleyway on the West Side. Dirty, rainy. We’ve checked ten of them already." M_N_I_E_4x05
"He's not just playing with us," Elena realized, her heart hammering. "He's directing us." "It’s not a picture of a place," Elena