Det. Sullivan hasn't slept in two days. He's been working nonstop to catch the serial killer. But still, he got nothing. All they have are witnesses who didn't see the face of the last person the victim was with before he died and the perfume. It was manufactured by only one company.
Everybody kept telling him that he needs to take a rest. But Marvin can't because if he rests, all he would do is think about his daughter. Sullivan can't stop working because he could lose his mind.
"Whoah! Easy there, buddy." Marvin almost fell first on the floor if Fred didn't catch him first.
"I'm fine, Fred. I'm okay." Marvin tried to stand straight.
"You're not okay, Det. Sullivan. You haven't slept at all." Nolan, the other police officer, said as he passed them by.
"He's right, you know. Marvin, you need to sleep."
"I can't sleep! That serial killer is still out there! My daughter died because of that serial killer! I cannot sleep!"
Everybody stop
