Ethan
“What do you mean, this isn’t enough?” I growl, glaring at the investigator. I’ve just handed him everything we found in Eve’s safe, from her murder schemes to her personal legends detailing all the money she stole from the Atelier over the years. To my shock and absolute fury, the detective simply blinked and told me it was all circumstantial.
“Sir, no one saw her writing this, we don’t know that it actually belongs to her.” He insists stubbornly.
“Are you serious?” I demand. What I really want to ask is ‘do you even have a brain?’ or ‘how the hell did you get this job when you clearly aren’t intelligent enough to have made it through grade school.’ However I have a long history of playing the diplomat in the face of challenging people, so I restrain myself – though not without
