Mr. E's Point of View
I left the problematic detective and his pit of hell of an office, who survives in such a place, so dirty and disorganized. I decided to go see Lola and have a word or two with her, it was necessary.
I got to her street and there was an ongoing chaos on the street. There were broken chairs and tables, broken bottles and debris on the floor. The road was blocked from a distance, Lola's house was in the middle of this chaos. I had to go round houses to figure out the perfect place to park my car. Because of the blocked road on both ends I was unable to park close to Lola's house.
I got down from my car and navigated my way around the houses to Lola's house and when I got there, her door was locked. I called her line and she wasn't picking.
"s**t!" I cussed.
"Excus
