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Upon waking, Brian found himself slumped on the floor inside the open wardrobe, a stack of towels served as a makeshift pillow. Mud and grass flecked up his trousers, burrs clung to his shirt, and his scalp itched from god knows what.
After a thorough shower and quick breakfast, Brian left the apartment, headed for town. He wanted to grab a proper cup of coffee and tell Lexie about what had gone down the previous night. Brian wasn’t sure he understood everything that had happened but seeing as Lexie had been the first to mention an unsolved case, he figured if anyone could help make sense of things it was her. Brian didn’t know how much he’d end up telling Lexie but that wasn’t important. His first concern was more coffee and shifting his alcohol-induced headache. Last night’s bourbon
