Emery sighed as he filed the stacks of records. “Does the sheer volume of what we’re dealing with ever get to you?” he asked Hassett softly. “It seems like every day there’s at least one case, one example of man’s evil upon his neighbor.”

“Well, you could look at it that way, Emery,” Hassett said. “The job is never-ending in a way. However, think how much worse it would be if we weren’t here to help the people who’d been wronged and in some cases to find that person who looks squeaky clean but is actually among the foulest of criminals.”

The young man nodded thoughtfully. “Okay,” he said. “That’s a better way of looking at things.”