It was Friday, 3 PM.
A week had passed since the incident.
News reports indicated that Walter Dean had woken up, yet he had refused to mention his attacker's identity to the police.
There was little doubt in Averie's mind that he was deliberately hiding his identity from the police.
The pristine white sedan was recovered from the sea, but there was no evidence left to identify the attacker.
A few clues were found scattered across the city, but they led nowhere and only served to frustrate the police.
They only needed one undeniable piece of evidence to link the crime to Averie, but even that task seemed infinitely difficult.
If his mask were two inches lower in the footage, they could've done something. If it were a murder, they would have arrested him already.
Some police officers even cursed Walter Dean for having survived. His death would have made this a much simpler case.
But as it stood, they couldn't even get a warrant.
