I take the invite and keep it in my room, god, it has been so long since I have been to a party. I walk out of my room to go the police department. I may not have been assigned Savannah’s murder case, but I am definitely going to investigate it unofficially. I rev my bike engine and zoom past buildings, despite everything, I can’t get the image of Savannah dying right before my eyes. The fact that she took Hiram’s name, which I feel is not possible, bugs me the most.
I know that I have investigated it thoroughly but still, just the thought that my mind is ruling him out as a suspect makes me feel bad and biased. As if I am letting my mixed emotions get in way of my work, which was something I specifically didn’t want to happen.
I get inside the department, greet everyone. I start to fil
