Lila's P.O.V
A man walked in, neatly dressed. A blue t-shirt and a long white knitted tie. An ID card was clipped to the right side of his pocket and it carried a license and the rank of a senior police officer. He walked in at a fast pace, turned swiftly and took a sit facing us.
"Good morning madam." He greeted with a kind gesture.
"Good morning sir," I responded.
"Okay," he said clapping his hands and rubbing his thighs. "I suppose you are Lila Voss." He asked, his face carrying the curiosity to confirm his answer.
"That's right." I answered, ready to hear what he was going to say next.
"Okay," he affirmed.
"My name is Agent Graves. I have been hired the private investigator for your case. I'm sorry for the mishap the current situation has caused you but from my inspection, I ha
