A STRUGGLE FOR WORDS

(JANE)

I could see the glimmer in his eyes when I mentioned that the ballistics reports were out and that we had an address, everytime I appeared; he seemed flustered and troubled; but each time I present a little leap on the case it all vanishes. The Deputy had briefed me about Dawson not liking to work with partners, and I was seeing the reality first hand, either way; as much as I hate to throw myself at people, it was my job and I somehow wanted to get things done for him. Maybe because I would always see that handsome face and blue eyes, I still can't get enough of those and it sickens me everytime I think about it.

On these two occasions where we met coincidentally in the same place, was sought of a sign of something. I wanted to impress him actually; by getting answers even before he thought about it, but he was always there before I did. Well, they didn’t call him a good detective for nothing, considering the fact that; the woman who was killed was his little sister.

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