Blake Fuller momentarily paused in writing his case notes, put down his steel pen, closed its lid and placed it into the pen holder.
He lifted his hand to gently push the gold-framed glasses perched on his nose, a stirring of darkness roiling in the depths of his eyes, mysterious and quiet.
"I have taken the job."
Having said this, he no longer listened to the person on the other end of the phone who was prattling on.
Blake Fuller ended the call, tidied up his case notes and placed them into the desk drawer, then picked up his keys and rose to leave the office.
"..."
Hearing the beeping sound from his phone, Wilder Pauly ended the call. He leaned back in his seat, a thread of doubt crossing his brows.
So easily persuaded? He had thought he would have to argue tooth-and-nail. It seemed that the allure of this case was quite substantial.
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In another police car, Stella Hilda sat alone in the back seat.
