*the room smelled like Elliot’s cologne and a faint smell of whiskey as Elliot was in his office room, sighing some papers about a serial killer. Whit his sleeve rolled up he looked like someone who is supposed to be on a cover.

Downstairs, Guest was at the kitchen, making dinner whit some movie she wanted to finish for two weeks. Lily was at a sleepover and this night, her friend’s mom should call her any time to pick her up.