The day had been hectic. Alaric had barely had time to sit or breathe without something demanding his attention.
But it was far from over.
He leaned forward and picked up his glass of scotch, but he didn't drink it. His mind was too occupied to enjoy even the simplest pleasures.
His eyes were glued to his computer screen, trying to understand everything Detective Franklin had sent him.
The email didn't make sense at first glance, and no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he strained his eyes, he still didn't get it.
Maybe it was the alcohol?
He hadn't had much, but even a little might have clouded judgment on such a stressful day like this.
He dropped the glass and squinted, trying to comprehend the email again.
After two extra lines and still not getting it, he gave up and decided to call the detective. Maybe hearing the explanation out loud would make him understand.
But just as he was about to reach for his phone, it rang.
