I won’t back down.
You won’t intimidate
me.
They won’t see me sweating.
I got the case of my career. And a case of nerves. All of a sudden, I feel ill equipped. It’s like my brain is waging war against me, sabotaging my confidence.
You won't solve this case.
I don’t have a single lead. No hard evidence, no witnesses, not even a peep on the street. My gut isn’t even twitching. And there's going to be another one, soon. He's due.
Normally, I like a challenge. The tougher, the better. But for some reason, I feel stymied, cut off from myself. I'm shutting down; something is shutting me down. I don't know if it's the pressure from the brass, the high-profile case, or something else—like maybe I'm afraid I'm out of my depth.
You won't solve this case.
Then again, maybe I need to get out of my way and get to work. Because no matter what, I won't go down without a fight. Even if I have to do battle with my own will.
