After a day's long work of walking on thin ice with Bree and consecutively getting irritated at her partner's pride, Sophia finally got back to her motel room. Suddenly the world doesn't feel as heavy anymore as she fell flat on the bed to relax after being looked up to for a whole day. This was the peace that could only be found within one's own skin.
It was one of the disadvantages of being a detective; everybody expects you to know. Like now, the only thing they know about the killer was that he had a kink for glasses and he may or may not be working at the bar, but what was certain was that he met his victims there.
However, nobody would want to hear that, what they wanted to hear, the only thing they were interested in was the name of the killer, the name of the person who killed the ex Mayor's daughter and why he did it.
