"Alright, alright, so what have you found so far? Other than the shit that just makes me either sick or grossed out?" he asked, stepping a little bit more into the room. He didn't touch anything, knowing better than that. Oh, his fingers ached to, and he couldn't help but wince at the sound the still plugged in phone was making. Actually, any machine in the room.
He hadn't been here since her passing, obviously. He wasn't an investigator, and he didn't want to get in the way, or even really interfere at all. It didn't matter if he could have found the latches to the money, or to the hidden liquor cabinet. That wasn't what he was here to do.
He wasn't a cop, so he didn't breach that line. "Obviously there's something here, something you think you can find, other than her fucking dayplanner."
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He hadn't been here since her passing, obviously. He wasn't an investigator, and he didn't want to get in the way, or even really interfere at all. It didn't matter if he could have found the latches to the money, or to the hidden liquor cabinet. That wasn't what he was here to do.
He wasn't a cop, so he didn't breach that line. "Obviously there's something here, something you think you can find, other than her fucking dayplanner."