XANDER
I glance at Curtis, and an idea sparks in my mind...
"Why are you giving me that look?" he asks, looking puzzled for a moment. Since I've decided to handle this on my own, without the help of the local police, I've been thinking about finding the perfect "agent" of my own.
"Nothing," I casually shrug at him. I then ask Diaz for copies of the missing women's pictures for my personal records. After a few more inquiries, I finally decide to leave, and Curtis follows suit.
"By the way, how's Maddison?" I ask him as soon as we step out of the police station.
"She's alright. Like I told you, she's not talking to me because of what I said last night."
"If I were a girl, I'd be insulted too."
He gives me a questioning look and continues, "Wait a minute. This is the second time you've
