Chapter thirty -seven All couples fight

Tantalizing me from afar that discarded folder mocked me. The forbidden fruit always at arms reach but always perpetually far from reach. I had two options either forget about the contents of the folder or try to obtain the folder. The reporter within me screamed at the thought of not finding out .what secrets that are held within it's pressed pages. I grabbed onto sins collared polo. Why do always wear black?

It hides the blood stains..he said cheekily. I winced at the thought of someones blood upon sins hands. I'm not stupid and thinking that he is a saint and he wouldn't get his hands dirty if need be. He owns a high end bar in the rich section of the city.