Friday, 5:40 p.m. (Ethan and Sarah come up short with their first visit to The Keep. They decide to spend most of the afternoon going over the witness statements from the bar and various other items of interest scattered in a brown file on a lunchroom table)
Awfully quiet, how’s your Chinese food?
What? Oh, ah…it’s good, it’s good.
Is that right? Well, you wouldn’t say that by what’s left there on your plate. Sarah, you’ve haven’t eaten a thing. You’re not still mad at me, are you?
Frost, I didn’t sleep very well last night. Do you know why that is?
Why is that chief? Go ahead and enlighten me.
It’s because of our latest homicide case. It’s gone and made my damn ulcer act up again. It bloody well kept me up most of the night. Frost, this guy’s sending a clear message here, but who the hell is it for?
Should I even order coffee? I hate coffee. This place does look like it could serve a half-decent pot. I guess I’ll have to get something just to blend in with these people. Great, now the waitress is staring at me? Does she know? OK, now she’s tapping her pen. I’m really not in the mood for her right now. She’s bringing on a headache. All I can think about is the success of last night. Yes, I drank cheap disgusting booze with cheap disgusting strangers. But, I prepared for that. I did go over the line with killing that guy. Had to though, had to get closer. And, I did…