Chapter Eight
The next day, Sean mindlessly tottered past several cops at the H.Q. without any form of salutation. He had his head bowed to a level where his neck seemed to just hang from his torso.
Alice spotted him disappearing into his office and followed him. She knocked but didn’t wait for a reply; she simply barged in and found him seated in his office chair. He had his elbows resting on the desk and his hands on his cheeks supporting his head as if it would tumble down.
“Morning sir, are you still not sleeping?”
Sean slowly raised his beady eyes to her and grunted, “Argh! Whenever I go to sleep, I usually wake up in roughly 20 to 50 minutes, dripping with perspiration due to fiendish nightmares and then I just stay awake ‘till sunrise.”
“Argh! Whenever I go to sleep, I usually
