Lewis hadn't heard the child's scream or even been near enough to the scene or Cassie to have tried to hear it. It had been muggy outside, or at least it felt like it. Maybe he was coming down with something. He struck up a cigarette as she walked along an alley on the backside of the police barricades. No officers were back here scouring for anything, not a soul stirred back here in the garbage strewn alley.<br/><br/>To tell the truth, Lewis hated Georgia. Never had liked it. He'd worked there because that's where he had been assigned to go but the state had never seemed to be a pleasant place to him. He made his way back through the trash and the yellowing water and up towards the scene of the crime. The mangled body on the ground, the sight didn't bother him. He'd honestly seen worse and usually the smell, in case there was none, was usually the worse part of the whole mess.<br/><br/>He searched for Cassie through the sea of strobing red and blue lights and found her near one of the members of the forensic team. The forensics girl was sobbing, crying and trying to stop. Lewis plucked the cigarette from his mouth, exhaled and the slipped it back in.<br/><br/>The agent stuffed his hands into his pockets as he approached Cassie and the forensics girl,<strong>"Did anything new come up?"</strong>he asked.