Red_Roses_and_Black_Dahlias_-_Macy_T

“What’s up with your face?” Turning around from the coffee machine in
the common room of the station, my gaze found Selena’s.
“What do you mean?”
“You look awful.” Yeah, well I felt it too.
“Jeez, thanks a lot.” A hand came up to rub my face as I waited for this
fucking coffee to be ready. “I didn’t sleep much yesterday.”
“Yeah, it shows.” I leveled her up with a glare before grabbing my mug
and sitting on the sofa.
“Adam here yet? We got some shit to do today.” Reminding myself of
where we were going today was the only thing giving me a modicum of joy.
We finally were making progress in the case. Adam went to several
locksmiths in the area to see if they knew of any copies having been made of
the Raymond’s house key. Guess what? A certain individual had made one
exactly two weeks before the murders took place.
And that person was none other than Conan fucking Michaels.
***
“Fuck I forgot how weird this place was.”
Adam seemed positively uncomfortable among people scrambling around
the city hall. They all looked like clones, dressed in black and white and
walking with almost military-like stature. We looked like two sore thumbs
sticking out dressed in jeans and long-sleeved shirts. Way too casual
compared to them.
“Tell me about it.” I muttered, as a tall blond wearing a pencil skirt and
high heels walked our way with a big bright smile on her face.
“Hello, detectives. How may I help you?”