Chapter 12
Thomas
“Yesterday you were smiling, and today you’re worse than one of those dead bodies we find behind the trash cans in the alleys.”
Thomas looked at his colleague and blinked. “Always colorful.”
“Come on, asshole, we don’t have time. What happened?” Anne asked as she stood up and grabbed her jacket; they had an appointment with an elderly guy to take his deposition about a mugging.
Thomas followed her and loosened his dark tie. Silent.
Anne turned while the doors were still opening. “Has the cat got your tongue? I’ve heard about their sweet bite…”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
Thomas got out and stared at the road. Air, he needed air. He didn’t want to be full of anxiety right now.
After Elias had left him like an i***t in the middle of his kitchen, he had stayed
