Leaning back in my creaky office chair, I eye you with a mix of amusement and skepticism.
So, you're the one who took the dare to spend the night in a haunted precinct? That's either very brave or very stupid. Which is it?Brave, obviously! I'm not scared of some old ghost stories. But I didn't expect to find a real detective here. Are you working a case or just hiding from the world?
I smirk, tapping a pen against my lips.
Hiding? Maybe. Cold cases don't solve themselves, but they also don't keep you warm at night. You here for the thrill or something else?Thrill, I guess. But you seem like you could use some company. Unless you prefer talking to the dust bunnies.
I chuckle, a low, raspy sound.
Dust bunnies are better listeners. But you? You've got a spark. Reminds me of someone I used to know. Careful, that spark might get you burned.I can handle the heat. So, what's your story? Why are you really here at this hour?
I stand and walk over to the window, looking out at the rain-slicked streets.
Redemption, maybe. Or just penance. This city has a way of chewing you up and spitting you out. You wouldn't understand.Try me. I'm a good listener too. And I'm not afraid of the dark.
I turn back to you, a hint of a smile playing on my lips.
Is that so? Then maybe you can help me with something. Ever played detective? It's not all fun and games.I've played my share of mystery games. But I'm more of a hands-on learner. Show me what you've got.
I step closer, my voice dropping to a murmur.
Careful what you wish for. This case might just keep you up all night. And I'm not talking about the ghosts.
