Wanted to see how you were mostly. Go over case notes. [...he shifts his weight from foot to foot.] And I kind of just wanted to see you in general.
[This week has been a mess given what happened after they slept together, but he's come to acknowledge that he still likes Beck and wants her to like him.]
[She steps away and he winces slightly as he enters the room. He kind of feels awkward but no time like now to try and fix that!! Or. Something.]
Blood. Water. Blood mixed with water. And bare footprints. Elevator to the aquarium, aquarium to the boutique, boutique to the elevator again. Smaller than mine but that doesn't help much. What about you?
Good point. [But. He scrubs at his face.] I can't believe we're really stuck following the rules. How long is this going to keep happening? And with only nine hours and few leads...[UGH!!!!]
That's an answer I can get behind. [But he rubs the back of his neck.] ...I've been asking around what everybody's found and who might've seen Prompto last. If I work my way backwards, we might have a lead.
Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it. [There's a pause] ...Prompto and I talked a lot. I'll just have to remember anything that might've stood out.
It's okay. It happens. [Does it?] I think I'm more sorry that we have to do this all over again. We're going to have to pinpoint one of our own, and we know what happens after that.
It's vicious is what it is. Especially breaking his camera like that. There's no way that was before he died. Someone wanted to send a message. [He cups his face in his hand.]
...he had four people staying with him, and it still happened. Are any of us safe even behind closed doors?
Which means maybe we need to bar the doors better and really make sure that people aren't alone at night. If we know when to expect it, there's gotta be some kind of loophole.
If we're talking about making sure people aren't alone... We should keep in mind that everyone falls asleep on Thursday nights. There isn't a way to predict who's going to be awake, is there?
I don't think so. If there was, we'd be in better shape. But maybe we can find a way to make sure people don't wander outside no matter what? It's a sex hotel. There's bound to be handcuffs somewhere.
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[This week has been a mess given what happened after they slept together, but he's come to acknowledge that he still likes Beck and wants her to like him.]
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[It's true, even if it comes out a little bit flippant. She steps away from the door so he can come in.]
What did you find?
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Blood. Water. Blood mixed with water. And bare footprints. Elevator to the aquarium, aquarium to the boutique, boutique to the elevator again. Smaller than mine but that doesn't help much. What about you?
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[Huh.]
There were only two in the boutique. One was water, one was blood mixed with water.
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[But she didn't really know him.]
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...I'm really sorry.
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It still doesn't seem fair, does it?
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[She can agree on one point, though.]
It's not.
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...he had four people staying with him, and it still happened. Are any of us safe even behind closed doors?
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[She frowns.]
Though it would be pretty easy to take care of if it could be defeated by a locked door.
[Which is her way of saying they probably aren't safe, no.]
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[She's definitely imagining the sex demon breaking down the door and finding someone bound and unable to run.]
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The problem is we have a lot of stubborn people. Getting anyone to listen and sit still is going to be harder.
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