Nike's p.o.v
"I just want us to talk about something that doesn't relate to my lame work, so please tell me more about you," Marshal whispered.
"Okay," I answered with a smile as I remembered what happened when I had walked out on him. I got scared and the fear got the best of me.
"Hey, how are you feeling." He said softly.
"I'm fine. And you?. how was work?" I asked again.
I felt bad that I acted badly. I was hoping he would tell me again about his case.
"Well, I did tell you a few minutes ago. Last week a couple was burnt alive to the extent of being unrecognizable." He answered with a low sigh.
"Were they really burnt alive?" I asked. Then took his bottle of whiskey and drunk from it.
If I was to hear about the murder it would trigger my past. It was bes
