The smell of winter was in the air and people had already started to put up Christmas decorations, Annette stepped out of Byron’s house feeling rather depressed… another year was coming to an end but she still hadn’t brought her parents killer to justice.
“Hmm, I really can’t wait for it to snow” Byron placed his hands in his pocket as he escorted her to the drive way.
“You became like that because of a little rain and you want it to snow” Charles muttered standing by the lintel.
“You don’t have to stay over… I am better now” Byron frowned annoyed with the fact that Annette had called him. Charles might not look it but he lost his head whenever he thought someone close to him was sick and often went overboard. “Should I drive you home”
“Nah, I’ll take a cab” Annette replied waving at C
