Sonny has not been back to the wreckage since the day that it happened. There is not much to find there. The police have already combed over the wreckage, but the man had to have entered the building across from it too if he'd set up bombs. People working in establishments nearby likely saw something, and Sonny has a picture of the bomber in his pocket for questioning the relevant witnesses.
It's fucked up.
That's all he's really thinking of as he stands over the wreckage that looks all too familiar to him. A couple years ago, it was him, clawing his way through remains, hoping to find a hand or anything.
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Sonny has not been back to the wreckage since the day that it happened. There is not much to find there. The police have already combed over the wreckage, but the man had to have entered the building across from it too if he'd set up bombs. People working in establishments nearby likely saw something, and Sonny has a picture of the bomber in his pocket for questioning the relevant witnesses.
It's fucked up.
That's all he's really thinking of as he stands over the wreckage that looks all too familiar to him. A couple years ago, it was him, clawing his way through remains, hoping to find a hand or anything.
It's fucked up.